Date: Fri, 18 Apr 2014 22:44:07 -0500
From: Jarrod Holiway <jdylanh9@gmail.com>
Subject: Levi (Part 2)

Levi (Part 2) The Working Boy

This is the second installment of the Levi series.

All Usual Disclaimers Apply.


	Levi had donned the clothes I had laid out for him and had returned
to the sitting room.  I was sipping coffee and reading over the front page
of the paper. I put down the paper and looked right at Levi's pale face
which really accentuated his dark eyes and black hair. Wow, this was one
gorgeous kid. "Have a seat, I have a proposition for you." I said. Levi
hesitantly took a seat across from me and his face was full of nervous
tension. "I want you to live here with me. Of course, there will be rules,
chores, and boundaries but I think you will enjoy it.  Quite frankly, I
think I will enjoy it too."

"No." Was Levi's incredible response. I had to look like an idiot for half
a second because I was shocked. Not shocked he didn't readily agree; I was
shocked he answered me with one word.

"Why not?" I asked, somewhat taken aback. I had to check myself a little
because I do not care to let others know what I am feeling that readily.

"I don't know you and furthermore I am not a charity case." Was his reply.

"It is not charity. You will be helping me out a lot and paying me what you
can afford. This is just one homo giving another homo a helping hand. I
will require you to get a job. I already have a couple in mind from which
you can choose."

"Christian, this is crazy. You don't know me. What if I am a meth head and
I rob you blind?"

	I used my most serious voice, contorted the muscles in my face to
make me appear as if I had been carved from stone, and I focused my eyes
into his with the most intensity I could muster and said, "I am a pretty
smart guy Levi, and I have sized you up. I know that won't happen.  You
need to stop worrying about my interests and focus on your best interests,
buddy boy. There isn't one thing in this life that's free and a person is a
fool to not take every opportunity afforded to him." It was very rare I
employed these tricks and didn't get results.

	I could see the wheels in his head turn and click. I saw the
infinitesimal change in his face and body. The biggest giveaway was, as my
steely stare pierced his large dark eyes, I saw the pool of black that was
Levi's pupils constrict, then dilate, then show me an inner light. He
asked, "Let's just say I do take you up on this offer; what are the rules
and chores you have in mind?  I don't want to be like some sex slave for
the rich guy who thinks he can just buy people and use them until he gets
bored."

	I busted up laughing and answered young Levi, "I promise that isn't
my thing Levi. The rules are simple. Curfew is 2 am, no tricks here,
respect my privacy and possessions, no drugs at all, and that isn't
negotiable. There are to be no drugs here ever. As for the chores involved,
that is simple stuff. I have a cleaning lady so you won't have to do a lot
just clean up after yourself and wash my car when I want."

"Is that everything?" Levi asked.

"No. There is one more thing and it too is non-negotiable: I want you to go
to college. It can be community college part-time or whatever you want as
long as you do something to further your education. Is it a deal?" I asked.

Levi said, "I want some time to think about all this. Can I have your phone
number?"

	I gave Levi my number and told him I would be home all day so he
could call me or just come back. I watched him walk out the door and I knew
he would be back when he turned and looked at me before closing the door
behind him. I used the day to catch up on some work. Nathan had sent me a
text message thanking me for 'going back for seconds.' I laughed a little
and replied that he should consider himself lucky and thirds was out of the
question.

	The day was winding down and coming to an end when my phone rang
with a number I didn't recognize but it was a local number. I smiled
thinking it was Levi and I answered with a jovial, "Hello."

"This is Officer Jarvis with the St. Louis City Police. With whom am I
speaking?" said a deep voice.

"This is Dr. Christian Teach. How can I help you officer?" I replied. Bad
thoughts about Levi crossed my mind but it wasn't completely odd for the
police to contact me. It was usually about a patient who had passed away or
been involved in an accident, but they usually announced themselves as
detectives, not officers. His next words solidified my fear of Levi's
possible decline in health or wrongdoing.

"Dr. Teach, I have a boy here who was hit by a car on Manchester just up
from Hampton. He isn't hurt badly but he is refusing medical care and he
asked me to call you to pick him up. Would you like to speak to him?"

"Yes, please officer." I heard the phone get passed over and Levi was on
the other end greeting me. I asked him if he was okay and he replied yes
but he couldn't put any weight on his left leg but he wasn't going to the
hospital because he couldn't afford it. I told him to wait with the officer
and I would be there in less than ten minutes.

	I found the scene in less than 7 minutes and I walked up to the
sidewalk where Levi was sitting and I asked him what happened. He told me
he just didn't see a car that was pulling into a drive he was walking
across. I said, "Well, I'm going to talk to the officer, then I am going to
take you home." I immediately realized what I had said was a mistake. He
hadn't even agreed to stay with me yet let alone had Levi grown comfortable
enough calling my loft 'home.' Levi noticed that I had realized my faux pas
and he assured me he understood what I meant.

	My discussion with Officer Jarvis as to who was at fault was
interesting. The motor vehicle operator was at fault, of course, but Levi
refused to seek medical care and didn't plan on suing the motorist or
collecting any form of compensation. All was settled. I urged Levi to go to
the hospital to get checked out and get some x-rays and get the insurance
information from the motorist. He refused, he was eighteen, and it made the
officer's job easier, so we all parted ways. I helped Levi into my car and
drove him to my loft and helped him in.

	I put him on my bed and told him I was going to examine him real
quickly. I was not thinking sexually at all until I saw him on my bed
undoing his belt. As a physician, I had seen plenty of guys get undressed
and I have had my hands on plenty of private parts without sex crossing my
mind at all. However, watching Levi get undressed on my bed gave me a bunch
of cute little butterflies right in the pit of my stomach. I just thought
to myself it was because we weren't at the hospital, he was in my bed. I
made it a point not to help Levi undress at all.  I was worried I would get
hard if I were too involved. He stripped down to his underwear and I walked
over to him and told him they had to go, but only for 10 or 15 seconds at
the most. I put on a pair of examination gloves and I told him I was going
to put a finger in his rectum just to make sure there was no bleeding. He
looked concerned. I told him it was either here or they were going to do
the same at the hospital, but one way or another he was getting some sort
of once over. He nodded his head and closed his eyes, then rolled onto his
right side and brought his left knee to his chest. I pulled his boxers down
just below his well-shaped glutes and pushed a lubed and gloved finger in
his rectum. It got me hard. I felt shame wash over me.

	I pulled my finger out and sighed. No blood in his rectum. I pulled
his boxers back up and covered his exposed four and a half inch soft cock
and huge balls. Levi had trimmed pubic hair and was circumcised. I was
really hard thinking about fucking him. It was too bad he was injured. I
continued with my examination and I found no debilitating or life
threatening injuries although I wanted x-rays. I told Levi he needed to
rest and stay off his feet and he was going to bruise out something
terrible.

"That's okay. I am used to looking at bruises on myself." He responded,
sounding defeated.

	I thought to myself about how miserable he must feel. I couldn't
begin to understand what he was going through psychologically and
emotionally. I just wanted to grab him and lay there with him in a tight
hug. I must be losing my damn mind. I am not hugger. I hate physical
contact unless I'm getting off or getting paid. I am the most emotionless
person in the city.  Although what I was feeling was new and foreign; I
knew it was real. It wasn't some infatuation, crush, or even some Florence
Nightingale thing - it was unadulterated care for this boy. It was some
sort of connection between his soul and my soul. I would never have
believed in that kind of shit before I met this boy. It is strange how
humans connect. Even just having friends; one day you meet someone, like
sharing activities with this person and then you call them 'friend.'  Over
time, you realize they are special to you even if it is just a little and
you tell yourself you will be there for them and you are confident they
will be there for you - friend. But, Levi was not a friend - in my heart
and soul I knew he would always be more to me - he would always be exactly
what I needed him to be and he would do this without even trying;
conversely I would always be what he needed me to be because we had some
kind of soul connection.

	I helped Levi move around over the next few days. He was definitely
strong-willed. He refused to say he was in pain and only acknowledged he
needed help when I forced him to. He also bruised out something
fierce. From his left hip all the way down to his foot was discolored.
Just under his left scapula was also discolored along with his anterior
left shoulder and pectoral muscle just above his nipple. He was a sight to
see. He was able to walk freely and pain free after about a week and he had
accepted my offer. I was happy.

	Eight days after Levi's accident I got home from work and he was
positively beaming.  He had a folder of papers sitting on the table and he
told me after I took a shower he wanted to talk to me about some stuff. I
got cleaned up, poured three fingers of bourbon, and sat across from him in
just a pair of Armani briefs and a black t-shirt. He was eye fucking me
hard. I could tell he was somewhat uncomfortable because he was aroused. I
forgot this is an eighteen year old kid who has never had sex. It must be
hard for him to focus. He was trying his hardest to maintain eye contact
with me but his eyes kept lowering to my crotch. I took a couple sips of my
bourbon and asked him what was in the folder.

"It's information on SLU (St. Louis University); I was thinking I might go
there. I also wanted to know if you still had some jobs you could help me
get. Other than the bruising I am all healed up now and I want to start
earning money for college." Levi said.

"I have heard good things about SLU. It's not my alma mater but I'm sure
you will love it. As for getting a job; I can get you one in the Emergency
Department as a technician or in registration probably, or I can probably
get Nathan to hire you as a server at the club. I would love to have you at
the hospital, but to be honest, you would probably make more money at the
bar, but you would have to wait another week to start because no one will
want to look at a beautiful body like yours that is covered in bruises."

"Well, that sounds awesome. I can never thank you enough for what you have
done and are doing for me Christian. Just tell me when to show up at the
club and I won't let you and Nathan down."

	Over the next week Levi had continued to do all the house work so
as to put my cleaning lady out of business. Levi took the initiative and
scheduled a time to take his ACT (college entrance exam) and talk to an
advisor about tuition and scholarships and what not.  Levi had a big
problem. He couldn't get any money from FAFSA because he had to have a
bunch of information about his parents' income and unlike most kids, Levi's
parents, never wanted to see him again and certainly didn't want to help
him. Levi had certainly not told me all of this or asked for any money. But
I made it a mental note to work on how to pay his tuition and make it look
like a scholarship. He had to get accepted first and he was going to miss
the next semester anyway.

	Levi was to show up at the club for his first night in just a
couple of hours. I told him to pull his shirt off and let me have a look at
his bruises. They were all cleared up and he was so gorgeous. I ran my hand
over his pale shoulder and pushed on the skin that once held the ugly
colors of a bruise. Then, I pulled his arm out straight from his body and
rotated it as if it were a windmill and he just smiled and told me it
didn't hurt at all. He took a step towards me and had put his body up
against mine. He put his arms around me and held me in a hug with his head
on my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around him and embraced him tightly. We
stood like that for a minute and I felt his hand move down my back to my
butt. I wanted to fuck him badly but I knew it would make it more
complicated for him to live here so I let him go and took a step back.

"Levi don't look at this as rejection. I'm not getting involved with you
sexually because I like you too much. If we make this intimate, it will be
very difficult for you to live here and on our friendship."

"You and Nathan had sex and you are still friends." He said sounding a bit
angry and defiant.

"Nathan and I have been friends for a long time and don't take this the
wrong way Levi but Nathan is a very mature guy. I think you are very mature
for your age and situation but I think after the fact you would develop
strong feelings for me and I don't want that. It isn't as easy to just have
random meaningless sex as you think, especially for a virgin, and trust me,
with our situation it would be even harder to accomplish. You are going to
be in a thong in a gay club in two hours. Trust me, if you want to get laid
you will. Just please, Levi, please be safe."

	I got a call from Nathan two hours later and I quickly
answered. "Hey Christian, I have a question for you."

"Okay, go ahead."

"Do you have anything going on with Levi? I mean like, if he is up for it,
do I get to put him through all of the normal new server trainings?" Nathan
asked.

I chuckled a little and replied, "Well, Nathan, I have no hold or say over
the kid. It is entirely up to him but if I were you I would be careful; he
is a virgin."

"Thanks, Christian. You want me to bring him home when we close up
tonight?"

"That would be great. I would hate for him to get mugged or something and
you should come up too and have a drink."

	The night went by quickly while I was working in my study. I did
think about Levi in a thong serving St. Louis's gays and I got a little
turned on. Then I thought about Nathan popping Levi's cherry and I got
cold. I felt jealous. I wasn't sure which one I was jealous of though. I
definitely didn't like the idea of Nathan taking Levi's virginity but I
also didn't like the idea of Nathan getting off with someone else. I
thought I was going crazy; not only was I developing feelings for one
person; I was developing feelings for two people. What ever happened to the
emotionless, sex-god I was just few short weeks ago?

	I was asleep in bed when Levi and Nathan showed up. I heard them
come in and I met them in the sitting room. Levi just said good night and
went straight to the partial upstairs that we turned into his bedroom. I
looked at Nathan quizzically and he poured us each a good measure of
bourbon and followed me into my bedroom. I was waiting to hear about his
night but more importantly I wanted to know if he and Levi had
fucked. Finally I broke the silence, "How did he do tonight?"

That witty asshole Nathan replied, "Are you asking if he is a good server
or a good fuck?"

"So you did pop the little guy's cherry?"

"Yes and no." Nathan said, which was definitely an answer that required an
explanation.  Nathan could tell I wasn't pleased with his cavalier attitude
and his verbal games. I think it was Nathan's little way to piss me off for
my comment about 'going back for thirds.'

"Well, tell me what happened."

Nathan smiled and turned towards me, "Well he showed up and found me and I
told him I would show him around and tell him what exactly he would be
doing and during me giving him the tour he asked me about you. I told him
you were a great guy but didn't like to get emotional with people. He asked
me about us fucking and being friends. I told him we were both mature guys
who have been friends for a long time and we have fucked out of convenience
twice."

	I wondered to myself if Nathan believed that. I mean last time we
had sex I had kissed him and he knows I don't kiss. We even cuddled and
slept together the whole night and I know that Nathan knows that is strange
behavior for me. I asked Nathan, "Then what?"

"Well, after we were finished talking about you he asked me if I wanted to
see him in his uniform.  We went to my office and he got undressed and
pulled the thong on. I told him to walk to me and turn around and I started
rubbing his shoulders. He has such beautifully white and soft skin. He
didn't seem to mind so I moved my hands to his front and started playing
with his nipples and pushed up against his back. He noticed I was hard. He
slid a hand behind him and grabbed my dick.  I took that as a sign he was
good with it. I started kissing that long graceful neck of his and moving
my hands all over his abs. His cock was rock hard and I pulled his thong to
the side and that gorgeous teenage dick of his bounced out and straight
up. I started stroking him slowly while kissing his neck and he is just so
overdue for any sex he blew his load after about two minutes of that. I was
very nice and understanding about it. I know he was embarrassed and most of
all I know he wanted to get farther, but with all the gays that come into
the club it won't be any time at all before your little boy is in love with
one of them and they can take him to pleasure town."

	I was busting up laughing at Nathan's last words and I pumped my
fist into his arm. We had an inside joke involving the use of the phrase
'pleasure town.' I couldn't help but be glad that all that happened was
Levi got a two minute handjob from Nathan. I was very relieved and sipping
my bourbon; my eyes found Nathan's eyes. They weren't a normal color, I
called them blue usually but they were brighter than blue; I thought to
myself at that instant that they were cerulean. Dark eyes are my normal
lust but looking into Nathan's eyes right now I couldn't help but to find
him gorgeous. My eyes wandered down to his crotch and I could see the bulge
in his tight jeans. I said to him, "You poor chickenhawk. You got Levi off
but you didn't get anything in return."

Nathan replied, "Does this mean you are going to have thirds?"

"Only if you want to." I replied. I wished I had something wittier to say
but I was horny and Nathan looked hot. I went for his pants while he took
his shirt off. I was pulling them down his beautiful legs and staring at
his half erect perfect cock. He was completely naked when he started
pulling my briefs down. Now I was naked too and he started sucking my
dick. Just like last time Nathan was doing an exquisite job sucking my
peter. I had to get a taste of his hard dick again. I backed away from him
and I leaned down and took him into my mouth for the third time since I had
known him and he tasted even sweeter this time. I don't know what was going
on but I was really lusting after Nathan's dick. I wanted his cock in my
throat for the rest of my life. It just felt like such a perfect
match. Nathan told me to slow down or he was going to cum. Nathan knew I
was a predictable sex partner in that I always followed the same pattern: I
get blown, I blow and finger the other guy, then I fuck the other guy. The
only variable was sometimes I helped the guy jack off till he blew while I
was fucking him or the other was if I came while he was still stroking his
cock I would suck him to completion. I have always found this to be the
most efficient sexual pattern that still provided everything I wanted and
left my partner satisfied.

	I wasn't ready to fuck Nathan tonight though. I was still enjoying
using my mouth on him for his pleasure so much I didn't want to stop. I
also didn't want Nathan to cum yet either so I let his delicious member
fall from my mouth and he immediately put his legs up in the air giving my
dick access to his sweet ass. I looked into the gorgeous tight little ass
and I dove in face first. I just wasn't done with tasting Nathan yet. I
wasn't ready to just fuck him and call it a night so I started rimming
him. Now I must admit as good as I am in bed I am probably lacking in the
rimming department...I hadn't rimmed anyone in ten years. My tongue
immediately found his puckered asshole and I started circling it. Nathan
shouted something like, "What the fuck, Christian" but he didn't seem to
mind my new course of action. I was completely tonguing Nathan's perfect
ass and relishing in the taste that was pure Nathan, a hot guy with whom I
was falling in love - aww fuck it, I am only kidding myself - I was in love
with Nathan. Nathan was stroking his dick and grinding his ass into my face
and I came up for air. Nathan took it to mean I was ready to fuck him now,
but I still wasn't. I pushed Nathan's legs down and he was laying
completely flat on the bed and I was straddling his knees. He opened those
penetrating eyes and looked into my face. He knew what was going to happen
and I could tell he was completely ecstatic about it and I knew he was
going to be the first one in ten years to fuck me. After rolling a condom
onto Nathan and lubing him and my ass up, I positioned myself above Nathans
hard cock and guided the swollen knob to my ass. I slowly eased my ass down
onto his dick.  Nathan closed his eyes and started to let out a long moan,
"Ahhhh, Ahhh, Ahhh, Ohhh, Ohhh Gaawwwd!"

I quickly reached down and twisted his nipple to get his attention. I
stopped lowering myself onto him and said, "No, open your eyes. Look at me
while you fuck me, please. I need to see into your eyes and I want you to
see into mine."

	It took about 3 or 4 minutes before I had all of Nathan in my ass
which hadn't been fucked since I was 18 years old. Nathan was shocked; I
knew he wasn't going to last long. I was stroking my dick while riding
Nathan's fuckstick and we never broke eye contact. It was easily the most
intense moment I have shared with a sexual partner in ten years. Looking
into those cerulean eyes while being penetrated by my best friend and all
of a sudden I came. As soon as my first rope of flying jizz hit Nathan's
adam's apple he came too. He thrusted his dick in and out of my ass five
times with such force I could swear he was going to throw me through the
ceiling. He screamed as he orgasmed. He ROARED as he orgasmed.I remained in
the cowboy position with him for a minute or two before I let his dick
slide from my satisfied ass and I laid on top of him with all my weight. I
kissed him again and we slept entwined together and sticky all
morning. When I woke up I thought to myself, it smells like sex in here. I
took a shower and when I got out, Levi, was sitting on my bed talking to
Nathan about the club.

Levi looked at me and said, "Stinks like sex in here."

I laughed and Nathan said, "You're right, it does and I don't know
why. Christian and I just had a drink and went to bed."

Levi responded, "If that were true I would have gotten to sleep a lot
sooner. What are we doing today?"


To Be Continued...

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Levi (part 2) The Working Boy