Chapter 2
I shifted my focus on work and wondered how my employees were handling the pizzeria with the limited Christmas hours. I was still a little concerned about the new college kid not doing his job the way he should’ve been doing. I couldn’t afford to fire anyone until January because of the holidays. I was lucky to have a great assistant manager who handled everything for me on my days off, even though she didn’t work today.
After more minutes of boredom, Juanito’s room grew silent, and I figured they were finishing up. Finally! The door to my right flew open, and out came a blond twink with a shy smile that couldn’t fool anyone, probably a slut like many of the others. Since he was on the shorter and scrawnier side, it made me extra curious about how he’d look paired with Juanito’s giant self that made my tallish height seem short. He grabbed his coat and left.
Juanito finally came out toward me, wearing nothing but a devil-printed pair of black boxer shorts that suited his tattoos, piercings, and short mohawk, always looking sexy as fuck. He dropped his big ass on the other single couch across from me, the sofa to my left in between us where the window was. He blew a hard breath of exhaustion while damp with sweat. “That Santa outfit fucking made me sweat fast,” he said in his deep and throaty voice that never failed to seduce me, like a smoker’s voice without being a smoker. “But damn, what a hot fuck. Kinky as shit, too. He played as my little elf for the Christmas special and he already wants a fucking Santa Claus series with me, that horny little slut, so we’ll see.” He shook his head with a proud smile that I could relate to. He grabbed the remote from the glass coffee table that separated us and turned on some music at a low volume.
“Ugh, Marilyn Manson?” I whined. “Can’t you ever play something else when I’m here?”
“I’m not playing that reggaeton shit.”
“I listen to pop and dance music, too. More than reggaeton, actually.”
“Nope, fuck all that. My music or no music.”
I sighed and shifted my focus back to Juanito’s OnlyFans side career. “You know, you should start charging extra for your videos now that you’re in the, what, top three percent? Psh, you’re fucking famous, so why not?”
“Nah, you know my fans would whine about that shit. Besides, I like to be generous since I already have a damn-good day job.”
“When are you going to upload the one you just did, puta, I wanna see it.” I’d jacked off to every one of his hundreds of videos over the past few years under his BigBoriJock name. He fucked only skinny twinks in his videos to carry on the size-difference theme he was known for, since he was super tall and buff versus short and skinny twinks. But he actually loved jocks with big asses as well, body hair or not, and the occasional hot daddy. I wasn’t into skinny twinks at all, maybe borderline twinks on the athletic side, but I got off on watching Juanito destroy their holes with his nine inches of thick man meat. At almost thirty, the age difference made his videos even hotter. He was also famous for coming multiple times in every video because of his short refractory periods, so those twink holes ended up with so much cum inside. With his coo-and-nod tease as his other famous shtick, where he dominantly asked rhetorical sexual questions and nodded at them while expecting submissive responses, he was an expert at seduction.
We’d fucked around many times, just like with all my hot jock friends of varying ages and colors, including the straight ones who were super gay in the bedroom. There wasn’t a single friend in my big circle I hadn’t at least tried out once, like choosing different flavors of Skittles. Cock was cock and ass was ass. Well, within reason, of course.
Juanito chuckled, rolling his eyes. “Fuck, man, let me rest up a bit. Shit. I’ll do it later. And when are you gonna be my next victim on cam with that hot ass and big dick? You know I’m always willing to break my theme for you as a special guest.”
“Never, for the millionth time.”
“Fucking wimpshit. You’re missing out.”
“Nope. I’m shy as fuck for that and I love my privacy, thank you very much. It’s why I never did modeling because my pics would be everywhere. I upload my pics only to hookup apps and that’s it, since I have no choice.”
“Dude, I keep telling you we can do close-up or POV so nobody but me will get to see your beautiful face and pretty lips.” He was always so hopeful, the poor thing.