In the Cards
by Golden West
Ryan Hughes was nineteen years old, broke, and out of options.
The rent was late.
His car sat crippled behind a repair shop chain-link fence three blocks from his apartment.
The electric company was becoming increasingly interested in speaking with him.
And all of it was happening to a kid who should have had a future.
Ryan looked like the kind of young man adults pointed to when discussing potential. Tall, blond, athletic, handsome in a clean-cut way. The sort of kid guidance counselors expected to become something.
Instead, he was creeping through a stranger's house with sweat running down his back.
The baseball cards were what had brought him there.
A collection he'd heard about years ago.
Rare cards.
Mint condition.
Worth enough money to solve every problem currently destroying his life.
At least temporarily.
The thought made him sick.
Standing in that quiet house, staring at the box tucked away on a shelf, Ryan realized something.
He wasn't a criminal.
Real criminals probably didn't feel like vomiting every thirty seconds.
Real criminals probably didn't jump every time the house settled.
Real criminals definitely didn't spend half their time wondering if they should put everything back and leave an apology note.
Unfortunately, realization arrived a little late.
Because he wasn't alone.
"Who are you?"
The voice shattered the silence.
Ryan froze.
It felt as though every muscle in his body stopped working at the same time.
Standing in the hallway was Norberto Hernandez.
Verde Vivo.
Ryan had heard stories about him for years.
Most people in town had.
Some were true.
Most were exaggerated.
All of them painted the same picture.
A man you did not want to cross.
Up close, he was even more unsettling.
The green eyes were the first thing anyone noticed.
They seemed like genuine emerald jewels in the dim light.
Dazzling.
Entrancing.
Impossible to ignore.
Then there was the hair.
Bright red.
Not brown.
Not auburn.
Red.
It only added to the feeling that there was something different about him.
Something dangerous.
The two young men stared at each other.
Ryan's fear arrived all at once.
His breathing quickened.
His vision narrowed.
Every instinct screamed at him to run.
Verde took a step forward.
Ryan made a sound somewhere between a gasp and a scream.
For a moment even Verde looked surprised.
The intruder appeared far more terrified than threatening.
Far more likely to faint than fight.
"Easy," Verde started.
Ryan bolted.
Panic had taken over now.
Thought disappeared.
Reason disappeared.
All that remained was the desperate need to get away.
He never saw the doorway.
The impact came suddenly.
A flash of pain.
A burst of white.
The floor seemed to vanish beneath him.
Then nothing.
When Verde reached him, the blond youth was motionless.
The house had gone quiet.
Too quiet.
For a sickening moment, Verde feared the worst.
He knelt beside Ryan and carefully checked him.
No obvious injury.
No blood.
Just an unconscious kid who'd run headfirst into part of the house while trying to escape.
Verde let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.
"Idiota," he muttered.
The word carried more concern than anger.
Ryan was taller than he'd first realized.
Not heavy.
Just awkwardly built in the way young men often were before fully growing into themselves.
Even unconscious, he somehow managed to look worried.
Verde shook his head.
The entire situation had become ridiculous.
Minutes earlier he'd expected to catch a burglar.
Instead he'd found a frightened kid who looked as though life had been beating him up for months.
Scooping Ryan up, Verde carried him through the house.
The blond youth hung limp against him.
Outside, the late afternoon sun was disappearing behind gathering clouds.
Inside, the house felt dim and strangely still.
Verde made his way toward the den.
He lowered Ryan gently against the wall while unlocking the door.
The kid remained unconscious.
Norberto impulsively yanked the sock off the slumbering youth's left foot, filling his eyes with the liberating sight of the young bare sole and naked toes that he immediately fell in love with. Then the student grabbed both of Ryan's slim ankles and propped both of his feet on his lap ... over his now exposed dick.
Norberto Hernandez's dick was throbbing faster than his heart as he covered the sleeping youth's soles with kissed. Kisses so wet that he left dabs of saliva all over them. He fervently kissed each and every one of the youth's toes, too. One by one, starting with the pinky toe.
Suddenly Ryan Hughes awoke. His big blue eyes looked directly into Norberto's green ones with a mixture of surprise and bewilderment. Then, with a look of both acceptance and resignation, said "Carry on." Before falling asleep again.
Having been given the green light to continue, Norberto slipped his tongue out. Then he licked one foot's instep before switching to lick the other. Then Norberto moved his tongue slow and hard over the soft curves of both of the sleeping twenty-one-year-old's arches. His tongue slid itself into the fragrant space beneath those perfect toes. And those toes curled up, trying to keep the horny student's wet warm tongue stuck there. But Norberto wiggled his tongue until Ryan Hughes's toes released it. He probed his tongue between each of the pilot’s piggies. Piggies that was quite wiggly despite the fact that the youth was still sleeping.
For some time the horny student worked his tongue fervently between the suburban lad's long, perfect toes. Then one by one, he took each toe into his mouth and sucked slowly and hard. When he finished he lifted each foot and kissed the soles. He played his tongue around Ryan's toes, and then licked up to the sleeping Scandinavian-spawned white-blond young man's ankles. The twenty-three year-old pilot was regaining consciousness again at this point, squirming now, feeling his own throbbing cock and knowing he could smell precum wafting in the air around him.
Seeing that the youth was awake, Norberto pulled down Ryan Hughes's pants, separated his legs, and crawled up between them. Then he began nibbling the delicate skin behind the Scandinavian-spawned white-blond young man's knees. He looked down to see his playfulness was gone, replaced by a look of intensity and desire. He assaulted the pilot's inner thighs with kisses and rough bites, then finally began licking near Ryan's throbbing penis. The young man groaned and bucked his hips, trying to get the horny student's tongue where he wanted it on his Norwegian wood.
Norberto Hernandez grinned silently as Ryan Hughes tried to position himself, but he kept licking away from his pulsating penis. The Scandinavian-spawned white-blond young man moaned and purred. Then the horny student blew cool air over the pilot’s dick and Ryan shrieked in ecstasy and shot his load all over the place.
After this he promptly lost conscious again.
Completely unaware that the worst part of his day wasn't breaking into the house.
It was waking up and having to explain why he had done so.
TO BE CONTINUED