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Tico's gangster ties would have (and did) scare many men. Kevin Buchanan, the swaggering, beefy cowboy/businessman, didn't ever have a chance to be frightened by the brooding Latino newcomer. In short succession, the wiry weasel had intervened in Kevin's troubled custody case (winning him sole custody of his newborn son, Ace) and boosted his even more troubled political career (offering him the lt. governor slot he'd been forced to resign from months earlier). Kevin sat back on his heels, his legs spread wide, suggesting confidence he did not particularly feel.
Tico seemed to see through his facade. When Kevin asked what Tico wanted in return, Tico leered at Kevin's well-packed crotch.
"Show me what you got," Tico muttered in his usual monotone. Kevin stared into that chinless, captivating face, and those smoldering dark eyes, expecting a punch line. When none came, he closed his legs abruptly.
"I don't do that."
Tico clucked his tongue.
"Now you do."
When Kevin began to protest, a surprising snap of the fingers kept him quiet.
"I. OWN. YOU. It is that simple."
Kevin sighed. How did he get into these things? Quickly, hoping to put this behind him, he unzipped his custom-tailored slacks and opened the fly of his boxer shorts. He pulled out his thick, half-hard 6 inches.
Before he could even react, Tico had swooped between his muscled thighs, pulling his egg-sized nuts out of the shorts, licking and suckling and nibbling them while twirling a well-manicured fingernail in Kevin's piss slit. Kevin moaned louder than he expected...no one had ever touched him this way in many, many months.
Tico shocked him even more by deep-throating his fat redneck hog. Kevin had never been deep-throated, except by his brother Joey once or twice. The memory of that blonde stud made Kevin shoot up to his full, throbbing 8 inches. Enough to bust any cherry (and he'd busted quite a few). Tico wasn't fazed. Kevin bucked his hips off the sofa as Tico pumped him in time with his licks and suckles. As a final crescendo, a thin but decisive finger punctured Kevin's anal cleft. With a war cry, Kevin came buckets of sloppy seed in his Latin lover's mouth.
Tico stood up, licking his fingers and lips, tasting the essence of the man he owned body and soul. As he prepared to leave, their dark eyes locked one last time. Tico only had one sentence:
"Next time, I get to fuck your ass."