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rough play, but I wasn't sure if he wanted me to return the roughness. Was there some kind of signal that guys used for that? I didn't mind the extra energy, but I wasn't very good at it.
    To tell you the truth, I was still unsure about why I followed him home. It wasn't the kind of thing I would normally do. It wasn't like I picked Chico up at a bar. We had just met, but I knew him a little. It was a business meeting followed by a trick. I was there for sex, not a date.
    Chico pulled himself onto me as he floated in the pool. He wrapped his legs around my waist, and I felt his hand working on my dick. He was moving me to his asshole.
    No rubber: not going to happen. Me as a top: absolutely not going to happen.
    "Maybe we should talk,” I said.
    "What's wrong?"
    "Mind if we use a rubber?"
    "Sort of, but I'll work with whatever you want,” he pouted.
    "Mind if we put the rubber on you, not me?"
    "You're a bottom?” Chico asked.
    "Yeah, ‘fraid so."
    "But you're so butch and all, man,” he said. “I didn't think I could be surprised, but you sure... I mean, are you versatile or anything?"
    "Not really, sorry,” I said. “We could do oral or hand jobs."
    "Nope, not necessary,” Chico said. “Let's go inside. I can... you just surprised the shit out of me. I had been looking forward to... doesn't matter. I can fuck you. Sure. It'll be fun."
    When we got to his bedroom, I sat on the edge of the bed as I toweled some of the water out of my hair. He opened a drawer on a nightstand. I saw clothespins that were painted black, and some of them had rhinestones glued to the handles. I saw clamps and leather strips with snaps and studs. He had handcuffs and even some fur-lined cuffs that somebody once told me were used for feet. When I looked at the ceiling, I saw four heavy-duty eye screws in the ceiling. Because the rest of the house was so sterile and minimalist, I was sure that he had a reason to put four eye screws right above his bed. I couldn't imagine. I didn't even try to imagine.
    He pulled out a bottle of poppers, but I told him no. I think I turned him down nicely, but there was no chance that I was going to let amyl (or whatever was the chemical du jour) into my lungs.
    Chico pulled out a rubber and bottle of lube. As he put the condom on his dick, he leaned in and grabbed my tit with his teeth. Ouch! Did I mention that Chico likes to cause pain? Ouch.
    He was not going to be cuddly and touchy. Chico didn't even like to kiss much, but he did like to share the moves of a couple of guys with plenty of testosterone.
    Oh wait. Endorphins. Dude, bite me some more. My body was kicking in with a natural high, and I didn't have to tell anybody at AA about endorphins. I was getting stoned as my body reacted to Chico's biting.
    Ouch! His teeth really hurt as he moved from one of my nipples to the other. His chest was really hairy, and the black hairs ran in circles around his tits. It was nice. His face was really smooth, but I guessed that he would have to shave twice a day if he had any fancy evening engagements.
    I reached between his legs and found the guiche. It was a loop hanging right behind his sack. Instead of pulling on the loop, I pinched the skin on either side of the piercing. Chico growled from pleasure, so I guessed that was a good thing.
    I thought of how it might be to have a guiche on the Harley. Fourth gear with a guiche. Oh my....
    Chico leaned on top of me, pushing me over onto the bed, and followed me down. I released his guiche just in time, because there was no space between us. I let him move between my legs. He was already lubed. I felt residue when he grabbed my scrotum. He pulled my balls. He yanked them harder than I ever felt. Ouch! Okay that may have been too much.... Ouch! More endorphins hit my bloodstream. Okay, I'm good. Pull again. Grab my sac and pull hard!
    He hooked both of his arms under my knees and pulled my legs up. He threw both my legs onto his chest and shoulders, and he pushed