Thredded Nets

I can barely hold onto the steering wheel throughout the entire drive towards the hotel, speeding past the limit and going around the few cars that are still traveling at this hour. The roads are silent and empty, with almost no one around as they all are sleeping soundlessly in their own homes without a worry in their mind, while me on the other hand, is nervous as hell on what I must have gotten myself into. At first, I wasn't going to use the card with the 13k, but found myself needing it on some occasions during the week. A few lunch stops, a couple redbox rentals, and some new equipment for my laptop, and then even a couple of the ridiculous clothes that I know he likes that is stuff deep into the backpack next to me. He must surely know all of this and would have monitored all of my purchases, and no doubt must have pleased his little spanish head to see me buy those clothes, knowing how stupid I must have looked walking into those stores and buying those items.

I waited until everyone left the store before heading in there, keeping my head down and my eyes hidden behind my long dark hair as I quickly grabbed anything with a size small that fitted me from shorts to shirts and bringing them quickly up to the front desk with this teenager girl looking at me cautiously and then later with pity as she scanned all of the clothes. I didn't say a word to her and even she knew that I was buying this to impress some boy that was out of my leauge and that I hated doing it. I wish that was the case, but instead I am buying these to get closer to the mysterious Mr.Havanna and hopefully get ahold of that phone and delete that picture of my naked ass cheeks before he decides to upload it to the net and gather all of the much interesting men of virtue, to come looking for my ass and wanting a piece of it for their own.

I shake my head at the thought at how much I have lost my edge in these simple meet and greets, especially with this one as well. With my previous four, that was never the problem that I had to worry about or had to contain really. The old man in the bathrobe, simply wanted to smoke his cig and bang something that he had no clue why or how it came to him and he wasn't in the position to question it since I didn't really have an answer either to it or even wanted him to have the delight of knowing. The married man sure as hell didn't want any connection to me in any way, let alone have any record of it, as he would always pick up after me as I went along his house, grabbing any clothes I threw off or cleaning any glasses of drinks I made, and washing the sheets after he fucked me in them. I knew he regretted his decision each time he cummed on me, as he thought to himself that this pretty little ghetto boy is going to blackmail me in some way, Especially when I let him be more rougher with me that he was with his wife as he would smack my pale ass cheeks and pull my long black hair along with the little choker I would sometimes wear around my neck.

He wasn't a problem at all, and I had no reason to blackmail him unless I needed something in the future that I couldn't get myself, then maybe I would show up to his house with his kids and wife home and say I was some punk who broke his skateboard and needed help getting home. I don't even skateboard, that's how unreal it would be to him, I think to myself with a small laugh. The mohawk guy with the netflix in the background, didn't know half of what was going on just as much as I would, so I can't really confirm to myself if there was any documentation of that night after the underground rock party and I went to his basement with his friend and got my lights fucked out and quickly left the next morning while he was still asleep along with his friend in the corner of the room who must have passed out after watching us for so long. And as for the art teacher, he is the only one that I wouldn't mind having any documentation of me, as I care for him deeply, considering possibly that I developed some sort of crush on him.

Not love, I could almost never feel that, at least not anymore that I would ever allow myself to feel again. But with the art teacher, Langley, he was far above all the others that I allowed myself to be naked for, as he would not only help me with my homework constantly but because he showed an interest in me that was not sexual or friendship, but more of a possibilities are endless for you kind of way. He always said that my grades are high enough in school for me to get a grant of some sort, and leave the ghetto behind, as long as I would dress not in my occasional emo clothes and remove any dark makeup I had to fit in amongst the peers of education to which I gave a response of a middle finger and a smile. I let myself to get fucked by him after graduated, a few multiple times in his own quiet home, to kind of reward him in some way of always treating me nice and fair, even letting him do things I normally wouldn't allow like having him push deep into my throat to the point I would choke multiple times, or letting him smack his cock across my pale face while I looked up at him innocently.

Art teacher was a understatement for Langley, for he used to teach math in my highschool, and knew with all the mathematical equations and graphmatical whatevers and whatevers, he knew that when he was fucking me, that I was going to come back more and didn't want anything but to let him silently enjoy me and satisify myself that I was doing a service that he deserves. But he didn't want any documentation of it, leaving me slightly dissapointed in a way as I more surely would have sent him a nude pic or at least take a video selfie of me sucking on his balls with a clear image of my face so he could see it was very much me doing it and no one else, but still he said no. I think about how much I allowed for him, compared to what I would allow for Mr.Havanna as I left my car and headed inside the hotel, walking quickly past desk, holding my backpack close to me and not making eye contact with the woman sitting behind it who interestingly did not seem to lookup at all from her paperwork. I walked quickly into the elevator, pushing the sixth floor and waiting as it lifted me up above the levels and dinged with arrival.

I walked down the hall, hearing only the sounds of my flip flops flapping back and fourth with each step as I walk close to the hotel room of 354 that still was firm in my memory and had that little faded dark tan spot on the corner of the door that was unlike any of the other doors in this fancy place. I knocked slightly, hearing a few voices inside the room and heavy footsteps come to the door before opening it with a loud latching sound as I nervously stood in the entry way and pushing aside my dark hair to see another spanish man, not Mr.Havanna, standing before me with a open collar shirt with muscular abs riddled with slight chest hair, and features of a musky dark face with his hair slicked back, drinking alcohol in his other hand while holding the door open with his other. He was beautiful to look at, much like Mr.Havanna but he was not Mr.Havanna as I slightly stepped backward from the door, holding my backpack tightly in my hands, ready to swing at him if he came any further. He gave a slight laugh and shook his head, opening the door even more and taking another drink of his beverge and wiping away at his mouth.

"He said you were a cautious little one, but don't  worry, I am only here for the same thing you are my friend. Go ahead and come inside, and make sure to have those clothes in your backpack ready" He says to me, turning away and leaving the hotel door open and walking into the room.

He knows..

I think about what next to do, wondering if I should toss the card and clothes and run off back to my car and speed home and live out the rest of my life, or step inside and face whatever is waiting for me. I think for a second before stepping inside, closing the door to hear slight cuban like music playing off a very impressive and expensive speaker. The environment is filled with smoke with a fruity taste, which is more concentrated and thicker than any rock concert I have been in or any hookah bar for that matter. On the nearby table close to the mini bar, there lays only one bag, making me wonder why they only packed on bag if they flew all the way down here to see me, as I turn to see the spanish man with abs sit slightly on the bed, looking at me with a firm smile that sets me uneasy. Behind me, the hotel door closes as Mr.Havanna stands at the doorway with his shirt off and only his dress pants and shoes still on, holding a drink of his own and smiling at me.

"I knew you would come Chico, I told you that you could leave if you wanted" He says to me

"I still may, but the question is if your going to hunt me down for this 13k?" I say to him, holding firm on the backpack while the spanish man on the bed gives a slight laugh, almost spilling his drink.

"13K is something I piss away, it's nothing to us American boy, you can run if you want" he says to me

"What my cousin is saying is that we want to offer you something and it's going to be a once and a lifetime offer, ehh how do you americans call it? Hitting the lottery" He says with a smile to which I understand now what I have stepped in finally.

"You want to do a porn video with a cuban cock up my pale american ass to take back home and probably make thousands on in whatever fucking currency you guys use, probably having some title saying "lost teen in hotel needs help finding his way back" to bring more in to watch it right?" I say to them, gripping hard on my backpack.

"American has a imagination that's for sure, chico" I hear the spanish man say on the bed but can barely see him through the smoke as I turn my head to Mr.Havanna who hasn't responded at all with his face growing serious.

"No, that's not what we are here for, even though it would most likely make more than a thousand Pesos, but what my cousin Diego and I want, is to offer you a empire to manage and be the face of" He says to me

"Bullshit" I say to him, wondering why they are lying

"It's true, my cousin Vancilo is giving you something that you should listen to" Diego says, sitting on the bed

"Explain?" I say to him

"In my line of work, there is traces to me that extend to all parts around the world that could be connected to me and could prove to be, uhh, very bad to all of us who are in it. My cousin Diego is going to lead one half of the empire while I lead the other half, and what we need is someone to replace me." He says to me

"What do you mean?" I say, completely confused

"We trust pretty much no one, especially family, and no matter how much I try to hide within the banana tree shade, there is always the bastard sun trying to find me. I will be dying soon due to bad, ehhh, health and we need someone to just lead the other half of the empire in my place with Diego that no one else will know and have no connection in any way" he says to me

"And that's me? I don't understand what the hell you guys are talking about?" I say to him, resting against the table as Diego takes another drink and speaks up

"I speak better english American boy, what my cuz is saying that instead of finding someone with ambitions and connections and popularity, he wants to find someone to replace him that has nothing but shit in their life and likes to keep everything quiet and closed" He says with a smirk

"Well fuck you too" I say to him

"That's why we are here, we can take you to Cuba and fill you in on the details and get you set up in a life where you will have to leave everything behind and live a rich life after I pass away, but we need to make sure we can trust you" He says to me

"And how can I prove that?" I say to him, almost regretting what I said as he and both Diego smile to each other

"You want me to fuck both of you? How does that benefit or prove that I can run an empire" I say to him

"You won't be running it but taking my place and hiding, but we want to have you so we can guarantee your trust and know you will do anything required" he says to me as I think to myself what exactly to think of all of this...

"I haven't done two at the same time, and I don't think I believe any word you both have said to even attempt it tonight" I say to him

"The door is right there then" Diego says to me as I lift up from the desk and walk towards the door with Vancilo moving out of my way, looking at me intensely as I open the hotel door and step slightly out, feeling the fresh air of the hallway, holding the door open slightly and waiting to see if they are going to stop me and finding nothing happening.

Oh Ashton, you better not regret this....

I close the hotel door, dropping the bag and turning to Vancilo and nodding my head to him which he smiles and walks close against my body and moves his hand across the soft fabric of my sweats of my asscheeks and starts to kiss my neck and lead me towards the bed while Diego moves from the bed and turns the volume louder and starts to undress. I feel Vancilo push me against the bed and start to tear off my sweats while I kick away my flip flops and feeling my skinny legs being lifted onto the bed completely and feeling his face push between the fabrics of my underwear between my asscheeks. Diego walks over completely naked and muscular with his brown cock pointed to me as he walks over, gently sitting next to my face and waits for me to grab onto his cock and place it in my mouth, in which I start to do and licking around the head of his cock as he moans.

I feel my underwear torn and tossed across the hotel room as my asscheeks feel tiny in his hands as he eats out my ass, taking off his clothes as well as I continue to suck on Diegos cock, feeling it push deeper and deeper into my throat as my head goes dizzy by the smoke in the air and pounding pressure of the music in the background. I feel my body shift to the middle of the bed while Vaniclo grabs onto my skinny ankles and pushes his cock deep inside me while Diego moves in front of me and rests my head on his thigh and relaxes as I continue to suck away. The more I start to moan, the more they both increase in their speed in fucking me, with Diego looking down at me and spitting across my face, hitting a little in my eye to which gets me pissed and slightly turned on as I grab hold of his cock and massage his brown balls and continue to suck away harder than before. He responds with his own hate as he pushes his cock deeper into my throat, hearing my choking sounds and wanting me to break way with a gasp of air to which I don't give him the satisfaction and continue to suck away with his balls rubbing against my chin and eyeliner running down my face.

Vancilo practically owns my ass at the moment as he continues to hold each ass cheek in his hands and fucks away at me as I feel his cock go deeper inside me and rub across the walls of my skin that makes me moan even harder than I can control. He gives me a slight spank across my ass cheeks before pounding harder and harder which is making even my own cock start to stiffen on the bedsheets. Diego pulls my mouth off his cock after he sees me almost look consciousness and breathing heavily and feeling Vancilo pull his own cock out of my ass as I shake on the bed. I feel myself flip over as Vancilo moves toward me, pushing his older balls against my face with only one ball actually in my wet mouth while Diego wraps my skinny legs around his body and fucks me hard, his ass cheeks reflecting to me in the mirror behind him and my little feet dangling over his arms. 

I start to lick away furiously at his balls, pushing my tounge around each of his nut and feeling his ball hair smooth away at wetness of my mouth that makes him yell in the room as he pushes my face deeper with precum from his dick starting to get on my hair. He lifts himself up from my face as Diego lifts my body with him still inside me, feeling my dick rub against his hard abs that turns me on even more. I am more interested in Diego at this moment as I bite down hard on his neck and shifting my hips back and fourth to ride him deeper, screaming with my mouth on his neck, and hearing him speak his foreign language in loud volumes. I feel myself getting hornier at his cologne scent and the fun idea of two men fucking me along with their story I am unsure is real but will be worth it if this is true.

"Fuck me harder daddy" I whisper in his ear, something I have never said to another man that makes him stop suddenly.

"No one has ever said that to me before" He says, before thrusting deeper inside my and pulling my head back to look up at Vancilo who jerking his cock over my face and shooting his sticky cum all over my face and some in my mouth while the rest goes ontop of my long emo hair. I smile at him, my eyes blurry and stinging with his cum.

"That's how American boys do it" I say loudly....

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