Luis's Mil: Dame Leche Papi

Luis's Milk: Dame Leche Papi

A Co-worker Fantasy

Dustin

I remember when he started working here...Luis, my work crush.

The guys hated him, but the girls couldn't stop talking about the new hot guy who the company recently hired for a position in our retail chain's warehouse.

"Just wait until you see him, Dustin. He so hot, you're going to cream your fucking pants."

"He's so fucking cute. I wonder if he has a girlfriend..."

"I don't wanna date him... just fuck him, you know? Maybe once... or twice."

Those are just some comments I'd heard about Luis daily, and everything was left up to imagination for a while, until he switched positions, and we were working in the same department.

That's when things got complicated.

That's where we are now.

I can't deny that he is incredibly sexy and undeniably hard to resist. His soft tan lips and the gentle brush of stubble, that curly brown hair, and the glossy innocence in his eyes make you want to melt and do anything he asks.

Yep, that's Luis, the tempting little sex god who works in the appliance store with me.

Thankfully, we're not always on the same shift, and he usually does his own thing, flirting with the female customers who come in, purposefully lifting his shirt in a teasing manner, conveniently rolling up his sleeves to put his defined slightly tanned arms on display.

I've seen him get a few numbers. I mean good for him. He's young. I think he said around twenty-four. I'm about to hit my forties next year and I know when I was his age, I sure was having my fun, out there being slutty, looking for the next guy to blow his load all over me like his personal little cum rag.

Eh, but those days are long gone, and even if they weren't, I doubt Luis would ever want to fuck a guy like me, a chubby hairy gay guy with a below-average-sized dick...

I bet his cock is enormous, I would kill to suck the sperm out of that gigantic Latin cock I know he has dangling between his legs, or even better... to feel him take all his anger out on me in bed in a dirty hot steamy fuck until he fills my guts with all his piping hot man milk, or as they call it leche, I watch a lot of Latino porn, especially since he started working here.

Hell yeah! Dame tu leche Papi, dame all your god damn leche!

Fuck, I know it's wrong and I shouldn't be lusting over this man, but if this fantasy stays in my head, there's nothing wrong with that, right?

I can't help but glare over at him while he's loading the microwaves onto a display we have set up over in the kitchen department. Every time he bends over, his shirt rises a little and his khakis fall a bit lower.

I'm enjoying the view sneakily from behind him, at my station pretending to look busy.

It's hot in the store today and as his body reveals itself more and more to me the steamier the fantasy in my head gets, it reaches the point where now I can see the freckles and dimples on his back right above the rim of his perfectly fitted boxer briefs.

When I say perfectly fitted, I mean perfectly fitted.

This man has allowed his pants to sag to the point where I can see the muscular shape of his firm butt cheeks illustrated by the fabric of his underwear...

The taunting yellow boxer briefs illustrated with bananas make me think about what he looks like without them on even more.

I can see the sweat stain between the crack of his ass, and it makes my cock pulsate with lust. I want to sniff him; I want to taste him.

I want to be his bitch.

Slut me out, Luis, use my filthy man cunt like your personal little fuck toy, make me obey your every word...

Yea, I'm your dirty little...

Oh shit...

I can't help but switch over from half-stiff and horny fantasy mode to full-on panic.

I think he caught me staring...

Look busy Dustin, look busy...

I fool around with the brochure display we have set up on the counter behind the registers and turn my back to him. I'm completely freaking out. I need this job. What if he decides to go H.R. or something?

You really fucked up now dude...

See, this is what you get...life isn't a porno; you can't just sit here at work checking out younger men like...

"Dustin, Sup Bro?" I recognize his voice, and I'm extremely scared to face him, but it will make it even more awkward if I don't pretend like I totally didn't just get caught staring at his ass.

"Uh, H-hi Luis, what's up?" I respond, turning to face him and trying to sound as normal as possible.

"It's hot as fuck in here today, huh, man? You'd think for a retail chain they'd have, like, central air or something, you know?"

I try to keep my eyes above his shoulders as he lifts his shirt to wipe the drips of sweat from his forehead, but it's taking everything in me not to let my eyes wander and explore his hot body, why is he doing this to me...

"I think we do have central air. It's probably just broken or something," I comment, voice slightly changing pitch.

He laughs, "I know I'm just fucking kidding man, you know you really gotta lighten up a bit, you take this job way too seriously."

He punches me jokingly, and even that slight touch is invigorating.

"But you know what really sucks?" I freeze in place as he places one arm around me and uses the other to gesture to the open space in front of us like some grand display or tremendous performance is going on.

"The lack of housewife pussy floating through the store, you know?"

"Those horny women who come in here looking for a guy to just fuck her brains out when her husband's not home. Where the hell are they today?"

My mind is everywhere. I'm in shock that this hot guy I was just eye fucking is touching me, surprised he's not upset that he caught me, and wondering how the hell we ended up having a sexual conversation...

All I can think about is an image of him ass naked from behind, pounding the fuck out of one of these housewives as he says, his balls flapping, his ass flexing...

Oh yeah, I need to respond to him...

"I guess..." I comment dryly.

"Oh, come on, Dustin, don't be such a stickler, bro. I know in your years here you've fucked some of these chicks..."

I swallow hard, trying not to make the moment grow awkward, and spit out my next sentence quickly, sharp, and to the point, I can't pretend.

"Um, I'm gay... I thought you knew, I just assumed everyone did..." I say nervously, wondering what his next response will be.

"Oh." He pauses.

He chuckles. "In that case let me rephrase, Ahem, Dustin, don't be a stickler dude, I know in your years here you've fucked some of these dicks passing through here." He laughs again, and it lightens up the mood. I'm becoming more comfortable.

"Yeah, no, not really, I'm not the uh... the outgoing type really..."

He chuckles "Oh, come on, Dustin, everyone has a bit of a wild side. You gotta put yourself out there, you know? Don't you want some hot guy to fuck around with when you're in the mood?"

I can't believe this conversation is happening, and with Luis of all people, I'm thinking about how I want that hot guy fucking me to be him, but I try to bury those thoughts, I can't get turned on, especially not now...

I try to gather myself and choke up a response.

"T-that would be cool, I guess..."

"See, I knew you had it in you Dustin, everyone has a bit of a wild side, I know what you need..."

"Uh... what?" I ask, insanely curious as to what he might suggest next.

"You need a wingman bro..." he begins his statement, now gesturing to the sky. I swear this guy thinks the world is his stage.

"... I have an idea. What are you doing after work?"

"Uh, nothing really, planned on maybe gaming for a bit."

"Fuck gaming!" he declares.

"Um... ok..."

"We're going out tonight, Dustin! Let's hit one of those gay bars, I'm open-minded... We'll find you something you like, get you some dick for the night, and I'm sure there will be some super slutty girls in there who tagged along with their gay friends to get drunk and have a little fun..."

"...I mean, it's a win-win, right?" he grins devilishly.

I hesitate for a bit, but decide to accept his invitation.

"Okay, sure." I agree, even though I hate the idea of going out, I rather stay home, I'm not a people person, but I want to spend time with Luis, even if I can't fuck him, he's at least eye candy, and pretty touch feely eye candy at that.

"Cool shit, man." He reaches out and offers a fist which I awkwardly connect mine to, solidifying our plans for tonight.

My nerves are going crazy as he finally walks away, and I take another lusty peek at his perfectly slender and muscular physique.

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The rest of the day drags on. All I can think about is Luis and how I can't wait to hang out with him later, how I hope he at least puts his arm around me again, or something...

If I get a few touches from him, I have no problem going home and uncontrollably beating my cock until I spurt out my frustration while I think of how fucking hot he is, how insanely amazing it would be to taste him, any part of him... fuck at this point I'll lick his fucking boots just because they're his, I just want to be dominated by him.

I need him.

When it's finally time to clock out, I notice him walking over with the widest grin; he looks more excited than me, it must have something to do with what he mentioned earlier, about the girls at the bar, the ones that come in with their gay friends, he probably can't wait to get his hands all over them, I'll probably get left behind, feeling awkward...

Wtf, am I doing?

"Dustin, my man, so what are the plans?"

"Um, I was waiting for you to see what time you wanted to hang out. I mean, I don't have your number or anything soo..." I respond, trying not to sound too awkward.

"Well, let's fix that now, buddy." He gestures for my phone, and once I hand it to him and I see him type in his information, my body grows warm.

I can't believe all of this is happening, and to me?

"I have a question though, I don't exactly drive, so I was wondering do you mind giving me a lift to my house so I can get ready really quick, and we can meet up after or whatever?"

"Y-yeah, of course, no problem." I offer.

"Cool shit man, let me just grab my backpack and I'll meet you outside. You're in the black pickup, right?"

"Yeah, that's me."... I wonder how he knows what I drive...

"K, I'll meet you there."

"K," I respond while gathering my things and heading to my truck.

On my way there I can't help but be intrigued by how he notices me too, I thought he didn't know I existed or even cared to know any details about my life, he must be watching me too... I mean I don't know what half of these coworkers that are my friends even drive, and I talk to them on a day-to-day basis.

Once in my truck, it's almost impossible not to notice him approaching. It's like everything freezes and I swear to God, I finally realize why they do those slow-motion segments in movies.

I feel like I'm stuck in one of those scenes right now and as he inches closer; I feel my cock stiffening and I'm getting uncontrollably horny. I'm trying to adjust myself, but it's as if each rub my throbbing meat does inside my jeans just makes it more intense...

I'm aching for pleasure; I want release.

He is jogging to my car, completely shirtless, and I can't help but survey every inch of his body as it flexes and glistens in the heat of the night.

His abs are wet and glossy, his muscles flexing under the glow of the moonlight, the little patch of hair at the end of his treasure trail peeking out of his yellow boxer briefs and calling out to me as he jogs and gets closer to my truck.

When I unlock the door and he makes his way in, his scent is intoxicating, I am completely overwhelmed by lust and would do anything to have him cover me in his warm gooey spunk, totally saturating me and my truck with his creamy load, leaving his scent everywhere, marking his territory.

"Hey Dustin, you okay, buddy? You're not bailing out on me, right?" he chuckles and throws his shirt and backpack in the backseat.

"H-huh?... Uh, no, of course not, I'm just a little tired." I lie.

In reality, I'm not tired at all. I want to suck the fuck out of his cock, eat his ass like it's my last meal, and leave wherever we are with the essence of his manhood completely buried deep into my senses.

"Okay, just checking, open your GPS. I can put in my address. It's only about 10 minutes away."

I hand him my phone and once he types in his address; I try to clear my head and start heading towards his place.

"So, Dustin, do you really want to go out later?" he asks again, and I'm confused. Is he the one bailing out? Did he just want a ride home from me?

"Yeah, I mean I usually don't go out much, but I mean it would be nice to--"

He interrupts.

"That's not what I mean... look Dustin... I've caught you checking me out several times now, and I'm not gay or anything... but I also don't mind being appreciated, you know? Fuck. Who doesn't?"

I swallow hard, and I can see from my peripheral, him adjusting his dick in his khakis.

"But the thing is Dustin, I need some extra cash right now. I'm not going to lie. I'm kind of short on rent..."

The thoughts come rushing in. No Dustin, this is wrong, this is wrong on so many levels...

I stay silent and continue to drive and listen.

"... I'll give you what you want, but there are rules..."

"Rules?" I ask curiously.

"Yes... rules... Rule number one, you tell no one, or trust me you'll regret it..."

I feel my body grow tense.

"Number two you cover the rest of my rent... and number three the most important rule... I am in full control, that is the only way you'll get a single drop of cum out of this cock... you will do as I say, and you will fucking like it."

By the time he's done with his terms and conditions for our potential fuck session, I'm in front of his apartment building and I'm completely speechless.

I can tell he's getting annoyed, and I'm feeling such a whirlwind of emotions that genuinely leaves me momentarily confused.

He breaks my daze.

"Okay, let me get this straight. You can stare at me all day like you want to rip my clothes off, but here I am offering you your little twisted fantasy and you have nothing to say? You have five seconds Dustin, five fucking seconds to answer me or I'm marching my ass upstairs and signing onto an app where I can find a guy just like you who will be willing to make me cum and abide by my rules..."

"... and if you stare at my ass again...I fucking swear..."

I can see him getting more and more upset by the second, he's literally turning red, and it's hot, it's turning me on even more, I want him to own me I want that cock so bad I'm willing to do anything he says.

"I'll do it." I nervously reach to put my hand on his lap.

He grows red.

"Did I fucking say you could touch me?" he tosses my hand back to my side of the car.

"And from now on until the second you are drenched in my nut, you will respond with only yes sir, you got it?"

"Y-yes sir," I respond, dick now fully erect and mouth salivating to taste him.

"Okay, now turn the car off and follow me. Not a word, bitch, only speak when I allow you to."

I turn the car off and shake my head okay.

It feels like the longest walk ever as we head to his apartment building and his door; my body is incredibly overwhelmed by lust and I can't help but trail a little slower behind him purposefully so I can sneak my looks in at his perfectly masculine frame, the perfect body I'll soon be exploring.

We head through the door of the apartment and into his kitchen. I can't help but be slightly taken aback by how messy it is...

The empty takeout containers, the overly stuffed garbage can, and the strong musty odor all scream single guy living alone in his twenties.

I would never guess he would be this messy, though. He dresses really well, and he seems put together.

"What? Not classy enough for you, Dustin?"

"For a guy that's stares at me all day like a creep, you're pretty judgmental, don't you think?" he asks, raising his brow and tossing his belongings to the side.

"I-I wasn't judg..."

"I told you to call me sir when speaking to me Dustin..." He barks.

"Sorry, sir, I wasn't judging you... I was just..."

"ENOUGH!" he yells.

"...I don't care pig... now lay on the floor." He orders as he begins to unbuckle his pants.

I can't help but do as he says.

His body is mesmerizing, and his dominant nature is sending unexplainable surges of heat pumping through my body in copious amounts, hardening my cock and making me eager to experience everything he has to offer.

I lay down on his filthy kitchen floor and stare up at him as he removes his khakis, revealing his sexy yellow banana boxer briefs, and he heads towards me. I'm convinced he is about to fulfill my secret, dirty desires.

I am his bitch now, and I am obedient.

He continues to make his way over to me and he stops just as he gets to my feet. I watch him in anticipation. I want him to touch me; I want him to do anything. I need him to ravage me.

He lifts his boot and moves it towards my crotch where my cock is now pitching a tent, leaking pre-cum at the sight of this Latin god standing in front of me almost fully unclothed.

He chuckles as he grazes his boot against my hard-on in my jeans. "How pathetic. No wonder you desire a real man."

I don't know why, but his comment makes me shiver with desire.

I want him to dominate me. I want him to treat me as less than.

He continues to laugh maniacally as he walks to the upper part of my body until finally our eyes lock and I am looking up at him, this stunning man, his sexy glossy eyes and perfect face looking directly at me, getting ready to let me have my wish.

"Open your mouth, pig." He orders.

It's like he has a remote control to my body, and my mouth springs open, eager to taste whatever he wants to feed me.

He tilts his head back and hocks in his throat before spitting directly down on me.

His spit splatters all over my face, and I lick my lips, savoring my first taste of him. It's better than I imagined... and I want more.

I can tell he's enjoying this as he laughs in an evil little manner, a manner that is sending me through the roof with an arousal, an arousal that I can tell we are both sharing as I notice his bulge has grown impressively in his tight underwear.

I watch him observantly, itching for his next move. That's when I notice a change in his demeanor. His face stiffens, illustrating a more serious expression, and he raises his eyebrow, imitating my curiosity.

He kneels and whispers in my ear.

The tickle of his stubble against my skin is exhilarating.

Everything about him turns me on.

"No fucking thank you?" he asks tauntingly.

"You must not want any cock... you're a horrible servant, a horrible servant with a tiny little prick." He chuckles before returning to his original position standing directly above me, where I am on the floor directly between his legs, looking into his dreamy eyes and now fully erect cock.

"Thank you, sir, that was delicious," I say through a lustful pant.

"Ha-ha, so you're a hungry boy, are you? Is that why your mouth is still wide open?" he asks through a devious chuckle before spitting on me again, this time directly into my mouth.

I lick my lips viciously, once again savoring the taste of him.

"I'm fucking starving sir," I reply, being sure to keep my mouth agape, letting him know I'm ready to be fed.

"I will feed you, but only because of our agreement pig, but first, I need to drive you crazy..."

My dick twitches at his words.

He pulls his cock out from his boxers, and I am salivating so much I'm surprised I haven't choked on my spit.