Date: Sun, 21 Jun 1998 19:22:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: JT Michcock <jtmichcock@yahoo.com>
Subject: "All American Rent Boys" Part 4 (M/t, t/b/b)
Okay, okay....stop the emails! It's here! Seriously though, I want
to thank everyone who has written about this series and for the many
compliments it has engendered. Of course, if you would like to see
more of this type of story, I need to hear from you. Write me at
jtmichcock@yahoo.com to tell me more.
Also, a substantially modified version of this story appeared recently
in alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated under the title "The
Whoring Game." I use a different psuedoname there for posting. Don't
ask why. It's complicated.
By the way, I have been promising everyone a Big Surprise at the end
of this part. A few eagle-eyed readers may have noticed where this is
headed. For the rest of you, get ready for the big ending.
This part of "All-American Rent Boys" is dedicated to R.J., a very
special person. You'll be learning more about him very shortly.
Watch for the incredibly true story, "Interview With a Rent Boy,"
coming very soon.
Without further ado....
ALL-AMERICAN RENT BOYS
By JT Michcock
Part Four
After his eruption, and Mikey and Davey were taken away, the
men continued to extract pleasure from Jon's ass. A continuous stream
of lips and cocks were inserted inside him, the hot spunk that he and
James had shot getting dry and sticky on their chests. But soon,
enough was enough and it came time to separate the teens from the
Suspension.
As their weary arms were removed from the restraints, James and
Jon were escorted off to a private room, their legs sticky and stiff
with the cum oozing from their holes and their asses aching from the
repeated intrusions. Both felt drained by the experience and they
needed to rest a bit before the next round.
In the quiet of the room, Frank came by to wash the youths'
naked bodies up as much as possible. Both sat on comfortable chairs
and rested as the cleaning took place. A few chocolate bars were fed
to the youths. Jon smiled when he saw the label. It was one of Joe's
candy bars.
Tony soon joined the pair in the alcove, massaging his own arm
muscles strained from the Suspension.
"Are you ready for the next part?" asked Tony of Jon as he
plopped on a sofa, awaiting Frank's attentions.
"Next part?" asked Jon wearily as he munched quietly on his
candy bar.
"My private customer," responded Tony. "Remember?"
"Um hmm," responded Jon, who had almost forgotten. Only one
more thing to do that night. Jon looked enviously at the couch Tony
was lying on and wished he could just crash there for the night. But
there was still work to be done. Customers to satisfied. A whole lot
of whoring to be accomplished.
"Ready to go?" said Tony.
"Sure," responded Jon, sighing slightly. "Anytime you're
ready." Jon arose with a groan, his body aching from the repeated
assaults all evening.
Tony brought Jon downstairs near the entrance to the glass
elevator. They turned into another corridor within the complex and
headed over to an area with multiple scarlet colored doors with
letters next to the doorknobs. Tony opened the door to the "F" room
and entered, Jon following close behind.
It had been a hell of a night for Jon. Brought to this party
by his roommate Tony, he had been engaging in several sexual
performances throughout the evening. Hell, Jon couldn't even guess
what time it was. As much of a physical strain the night was on Jon's
body, the sex energized the sixteen-year-old beyond belief. He never
had felt more aware in his life. Nor more aroused.
It all started in the locker room and the showers within the
upper levels of the mansion. Naked. Along with a bunch of other
guys. All there for the same reason, to pleasure the wealthy
customers who resided there. Little kids Mikey and Davey the
oldest no more than twelve or so. The shower was where Jon first
spotted them. Naked as the rest of the guys and into the games the
others in the room were into. Sexual games. And all of it being
watched by a multitude of cameras.
Jon's next trip was down the Balcony with Tony. After the
hydraulics lowered them to the floor, Jon had 69ed with his hot
Italian roommate until he blew a wad down Tony's throat. All while
Jon's body was being touched and watched by the assembled crowd.
It was just so fucking hot for Jon.
Jon's next sexual adventure came with his conquest of Leon, the
hot black dude that he had first spied in the showers. Enveloped in a
69, Jon managed to take the muscular Leon's foot long cock all the way
down his throat. Pistoning his throat on the cock, Jon soon brought
his black lover to orgasm, all to the delight of the waiting crowd.
And all over Jon's face.
After taking a very visible shower in front of the crowd, it
was time for the men in the room to sample the teenaged whore that was
laid out before them. And they did, repeatedly. Until the Suspension
began.
Paired off with the blond and not-quite fourteen-year-old
James, Jon hung from a rope fastened to the ceiling. He and James
were pressed tightly together. Mouth to mouth and package to package.
Their teenaged asses exposed to the attentions of the waiting crowd
that did not hesitate to use the well-trussed boy's bodies for their
own pleasure. James was the first one to cum. His cock held like a
vice between his stomach and Jon's belly. Lubricated by the teens'
shared sweat and saliva. His ass being violated repeatedly by the
cocks, fingers and tongues of the strangers in the room. With a gasp,
James shot a ribbon of spunk. Lubricating his and Jon's body even more.
They came by again, Mikey and Davey. This time their
attentions were focused on Jon's ass. The small boys touched him with
their hands, fingered his hole and felt the redheaded teen all the way
up. Jon erupted, shooting his wad between his own body and James's.
The feel of those kids exploring him sexually was just too much. As
much as he tried, he couldn't block those kids out of his mind. They
were so damn young. And so fucking hot.
Jon looked around the small room "F." The room was well lit
but lacked the usual plethora of cameras that Jon had become all too
familiar with. Instead of causing him inhibition, the cameras seemed
to spur Jon forward. He took pleasure from their presence and the
thought that someone was watching his body. That people were watching
him in the throes of lovemaking. That he was being seen and heard
while his body received and provided pleasure. Jon grimaced at their
apparent absence.
A single bed was in the small room, covered with a red blanket.
Scarlet red. Tony removed the blanket and tossed it to the ground.
Beneath the blanket were white linen sheets and a multitude of pillows.
Tony plopped on the bed and gestured for Jon to join him. Jon
laid down next to Tony, their nude bodies having little room to move
atop the single bed. A leather chair was on the other side of the
room. Tony wrapped his arm around Jon's shoulders and gently hugged
him. Smiling, Tony brought his lips onto Jon's and kissed him gently.
Tony next brought his arm around to a small night stand next to the
bed and clicked a green button.
It was time to perform again.
"You'll like George," whispered Tony into Jon's ear. Gently,
Tony flicked his tongue out to lick around Jon's inner ear. Despite
have cum twice during the evening, Jon could feel his cock springing
back to life.
"George?" asked Jon, shivering slightly at the intimate contact
between the youth's bodies.
"He's my client," responded Tony, continuing to tend to Jon's
sexual needs. Jon looked over And saw that Tony was fully erect now.
At lest he would be ready for George.
"And we got real privacy in here," said Tony pointing to the
walls. "No cameras anywhere.
As far as the outside world is concerned," continued Tony,
"nobody ever comes in, and nobody ever comes out."
A tap on the door caught Tony's attention. "Come in," he said
aloud and Jon's attention moved to the door as well.
To Jon's surprise, in walked in a rather elderly man. He must
be at least fifty, thought Jon. Thin with all grey hair and a lot of
wrinkles on his tanned face.
"Are you ready?" asked George, smiling politely.
"Yep,' responded Tony, gesturing for George to come in,
although remaining on the bed with Jon.
George walked in slowly into the room. "How are you tonight,
Tony?" he said. From the warmth in his voice, it was clear that he
and Tony were acquainted with one another. It was just as well. Jon
was rather enjoying the lack of a crowd around.
"You must be Jon," said George, nodding his head toward the
red-headed teen. It was at this stage that Jon noticed that George
was wearing a pair of latex gloves.
"Um, yeah," said Jon, hoping that George didn't notice him
staring at his gloves. George sat down quietly on the leather chair.
"I've heard a lot of good things about you," continued George.
"Mostly from the guys who watched you in the game room. They say
you're quite a performer."
"Um, thanks," responded Jon, not knowing quite how to respond
appropriately to the flattery being delivered his way.
"He's great," piped in Tony, placing his hand on Jon's exposed
thigh and stroking softly. "A real natural." Jon blushed, not only
at the compliment but at the intimacy Tony was showing his thigh.
Jon looked over and saw Tony's face inching toward him.
Applying a gentle kiss to his lips. Despite his exhaustion, Jon
noticed that his erection had returned. He was ready for business.
"Tell me about yourself, Jon," said George, calling Jon's
attention away momentarily from Tony's lips.
"Uh," responded Jon, not sure what to say.
"Well, for example, is Jon your really name?" asked George.
"Yeah," responded Jon. "Kinda."
"Kind of?" asked George, his eyebrows raised slightly.
"Jonathon's my middle name," responded Jon. "My first name is
really Charles."
"I never knew that," whispered Tony, continuing to stroke Jon's
body.
"Why don't you go by Charles?" asked George. "It is a very
nice name."
"Uh, that's my dad's name," said Jon. "Since he left when I
wasn't even one, my mom called me Jon so I wouldn't remind her of him."
"Ah, were you abandoned by your father?" asked George.
"I guess," responded Jon. "My mom says he just picked up and
left one day and no one has seen him since."
"That must be difficult," said George.
Jon shrugged. He hadn't thought too much of his father. A lot
of other kids he knew grew up under similar circumstances. It was
something you got used to.
"Do you go to school?" asked George, continuing to press on
with his questions.
"Yeah, high school," said Jon. At least as of the end of the
school year. Jon wasn't sure where he would be come the beginning of
fall. He was taking his life one day at a time now.
"What grade?" asked George.
"Going into twelfth," responded Jon.
"You're a bit young to be in twelfth grade aren't you?" asked
George.
"I skipped a grade," responded Jon.
"You must be very smart," said George.
Jon shrugged and squirmed a bit on the bed. He looked over and
saw Tony's hot erection. And he wanted to get rolling as quickly as
possible.
George picked up on Jon's anxiety and decided that it was time
to get what he paid for. "Tony," said George, "let me watch you fuck
Jon's face."
"Yes, sir," responded Tony, who jumped up and positioned
himself above Jon. Placing his legs on either side of Jon's torso,
the hot Italian moved quickly to adjust Jon's body to meet his
attentions. Tony brought his package in front of Jon's face so the
sexplay could begin.
Jon had a chance to examine Tony's package before engorging
himself. The eight-inch tool was fully erect, the foreskin shifting
back to real the plump red crown. The hairy balls that Jon had rested
his nose in earlier that evening looked as tempting as ever.
Jon decided a tongue bath was in order and applied his mouth to
Tony's package. Jon's tongue, frothed with saliva, soon covered every
part of Tony's cock and balls. Bathing him. Caressing the most
intimate part of the youth's body. Getting his cock harder as blood
flood to the head.
Tony groaned in ecstacy as Jon coated him, his tongue moving
sensuously over the contours. Out of the corner of his eye, Jon spied
George. He had moved around to the side of the bed to get a better
view of the youthful participants' intimacies. The thought of his
sexual prowess again being on display caused a surge of energy to
ripple through Jon. This was his customer and he had to please him.
To display what skills and talents he possessed. To perform like a
circus animal trained in the art of sexual play.
Jon, his face and hair now coated with his own spit, spied
Tony's cockhead. So huge now. So tasty looking. Jon took it into
his mouth and covered it, his tongue playing with the head. He worked
it over. Lunging his tongue into the peehole. Becoming intimately
familiar with the shape and contours of the crown.
Jon lunged his mouth onto Tony's shaft. Taking him all the way
inside. A flurry of saliva exiting the sides of his mouth as the cock
slid in, resting finally in Jon's gullet. Jon's mouth overflowing
with the man's meat.
Pistoning, Jon could hear Tony's groans grow louder as his body
writhed with the pleasure his partner was providing. A line of drool
now emerging from Tony's lips. His arms raised and embracing his
head. A ripple of electricity shooting through his spine.
Quickly, Tony removed his cock and he shot. Spraying his jism
over Jon's face. Jon opened his mouth to catch as much as he could.
Letting his face be bathed by the life force of his partner. Jon
pressed his face back onto Tony's cock, wanting to devour the last of
the youth's fluids.
As the sexplay slowed, Jon and Tony turned to look over at
George, his face glued to the sexual coupling.
"Very nice," said George, as he smiled meekly.
After a brief respite to wipe each other off, Jon and Tony
switch positions. It was now Jon who was on the top and Tony's mouth
attached to the teen's package. Tony wasted little time in exciting
his partner, thrusting his nine-inch tool down his throat at the
earliest opportunity. George sat passively next to the bed and
watched as Tony's mouth pleasured Jon. Jon cooed at the first contact
and this rapidly progressed to groans as the sexual contact to his
body rippled through his thoughts.
As Tony began pistoning on Jon's cock, Jon looked over at
George and saw the sweet old guy look back at him. Smiling. Jon
parted his legs slightly. George looked into the teen's eyes and knew
what was being asked. Slowly, George slid his latex covered hand over
to Jon's rear and, using the covered index finger, entered him. Jon
let loose with a moan.
The thrill of Jon riding Tony's face and being finger fucked up
the ass by George soon produced the desired result. With the cry of
an animal in heat, Jon removed his cock from Tony's mouth and sprayed
all over his partner's face. Ribbons of jism covering Tony. Entering
his hungry mouth.
Tony and Jon were back in the upstairs shower room again This
time, they had their own separate shower heads to bathe themselves.
It was quiet in the shower now. Only one other hustler in the shower
with them. The party was winding down.
Jon looked over and saw that Joe had come up to Tony again. As
Tony turned around, Jon could see an unsettling combination of
excitement and fear in his face.
"Joe wants to see you," said Tony.
The double doors of the master bedroom were enormous. Jon
shivered. Wearing a bathrobe similar to those worn by the tricks in
the party room. Joe didn't see many of the hustlers. According to
Tony, it was usually something reserved for after someone had been
there a half dozen times or so. And only after they proved their
worth at the party. Tony had been there once, Leon a couple of times.
"What does he want," Jon had asked.
Tony simply shrugged. "Whatever it is, it's almost always good."
The "almost" part was nagging at Jon. Did he do something
wrong? Was he not good enough? Nah. That wasn't possible. Was Joe
mad that he let Mikey and Davey get him off? The lines had been drawn
on that one. Mikey and Davey belonged to Joe and Joe alone. No one
else could touch them. And Jon let the kids touch him. A shiver
went through Jon's spine as he knocked on the door.
The door opened and Jon was greeted by the rather imposing
figure of Joe, the owner of this whorehouse. Tall and thin, he must
have been over sixty. Curly grey hair that once must of have been red
at one point. A ruddy complexion. Smiling politely at Jon as he
silently ushered him into the room. Joe was neatly attired. A
scarlet red smoking jacket that looked quite expensive.
The bedroom was huge. And beautiful. Crystal chandeliers hung
from the ceilings and intricately carved woodwork adorned the walls.
Works of art on every wall. A Picasso that looked original as hell on
the one wall. Was that a DaVinci sketch, thought Jon, as he looked
over to the far wall. The room was almost completely white except for
the gold trimmings that punctuated the woodwork.
In the center was a huge bed. A four-poster with silks and
satins hanging down. And Mikey and Davey, right on top of the bed.
Naked.
Jon entered the room reluctantly. His mouth dry in
anticipation. This whole night had brought a number of new
experiences to the teen. So far, he had felt lucky that everything
had turned out well. Jon wasn't certain that his luck would hold.
"Well, I hear you've had quite an interesting evening, young
man," said Joe. His voice was soft yet commanding. Jon knew
immediately that he was in the presence of someone important.
"Ah, yes, sir," responded Jon somewhat nervously. Jon looked
over at the bed. Mikey and Davey just sat there grinning.
"Well, I hope you're not too tired out," said Joe as he drifted
slowly over to the bed. Jon followed, not certain what to do.
"I believe you've met Davey and Mikey," said Joe, gesturing to
the naked boys on the bed.
"Hi, Jon," piped up Davey, the oldest. Mikey gave a quick wave.
"Uh, hi," said Jon, averting his eyes momentarily. This was so
embarrassing. The last time he had seen these kids, Jon had been
trussed up and these two boys were feeling him up. The embarrassing
part was that it was the most erotic thing that had happened to Jon
all night.
God, those kids were beautiful, thought Jon. Davey was a
little bit older of the two and must have been about eleven or twelve
Mikey was around ten or eleven. They were about the same size and
looked almost identical. They must be brothers.
Both kids had sandy brown hair, blue eyes and sweet full lips.
Their bodies were soft and completely hairless. Lightly tanned, they
showed signs of having had good doses of exercise and nutrition. Only
a little fat on their frames.
This was wrong, thought Jon. These kids were too young to be
here. Although at sixteen, he was probably too young to be here.
Everything he knew told him that this whole situation was wrong. But
he wouldn't leave. He didn't want to leave.
Jon wanted to have sex with these kids.
"You're probably wondering why I called you here," said Joe,
going over to a mini-bar next to the bed. "Coke or Pepsi?" asked Joe
as he reached the bar.
"Coke," said Jon. Here it comes. The moment of truth.
"Actually, I wanted you here for a number of reasons," said
Joe, pouring the drink. "But before we discuss business, I thought
you might want to play with Davey and Mikey for a bit."
Jon looked up at Joe, his brow breaking out into a sweat. He
couldn't believe what he had just heard.
"I don't mean Monopoly or Scrabble, by the way," said Joe,
handing Jon the beverage. "I do mean sex." Mikey and Davey giggled
at this.
"I dunno," stammered Jon, slurping a bit of the Coke nervously.
"Well, let me make it worth your while," said Joe, as he picked
up a computer printout of some sort from the mini-bar. "So far
tonight, you've made $500.00 for just showing up, $500.00 for the
balcony scene with Tony, $1,000.00 for sex with Leon, $500.00 for the
shower scene with Leon, $500.00 for the Display, $1,000.00 for the
Suspension with James, and $1000.00 for the session with George."
Jon nearly dropped his Coke as the numbers spewed out. He made
how much? That's not possible. That was...was...
"That's $5,000.00 for the night so far," continued Joe.
"Payable in cash at the end of the evening of course." Jon stood
there silently, gape-jawed.
"Tony didn't tell you how much you were making?" asked Joe.
Jon nodded no. Jon had figured Tony was getting a couple hundred for
everything. Maybe a twenty or so extra for the balcony scene with
Leon. But, $5,000.00!?
"Tony does that a lot," sighed Joe. "But he is a very good
businessman." This made Jon speak up.
"Good businessman?" stammered Jon. "We live in a dump!" Not
to mention the '71 Nova they drove over in.
"Oh, that's just for show," chuckled Joe. "Maybe someday he'll
show you his condo in Aspen."
Jon's mind spun. Condo in Aspen. Jesus. Five-thousand
dollars? Double Jesus.
"Anyway," continued Joe, "Davey and Mikey have been asking to
have you all night and I spoil these kids something awful. So, I'm
willing to double your fee for the evening if you'll...entertain them."
"I'm sure your math is very good," continued Joe. "So I don't
need to tell you that's $10,000.00 to be paid."
"By the way, that's enough to buy you a lifetime supply of
candy," smiled Joe.
Jon's head spun. And then everything became clear. He looked
over to the smiling Davey and Mikey laying on the bed. He looked over
at Joe the computer printout in his hand. Jon gently placed his Coke
down on a table. He then removed his bathrobe and stood there
completely nude. Nearly running, he jumped on the bed and plopped
himself between the now laughing Davey and Mikey.
"I'll take that as a yes," said Joe, and quietly left the room.
As Jon spun his nude body over, he was greeted by two of the
happiest faces he ever saw. As broad as their smiles were, they
couldn't beat Jon's. Hell, with $10,000.00, he could live well for
the next year on that. And each of these kids were worth $2,500.00 a
piece. And all Jon had to do was have sex with them. Hell, he would
have done that for free.
Mikey was the first to make a move on Jon. Bending over, he
kissed him. Jon gloried in the boy's aroma and the taste of his
mouth. So young. Not the smell and taste he was used to from the men
in the party room. Pure.
And talented as well. As Jon felt Davey's tongue dance inside
his mouth. Tasting him. Jon's own tongue making its down the boy's
throat.
Mikey was the next to make his move as he lunged down upon
Jon's cock, bringing him back to full erection. The twelve-year-old
did his best to absorb as much of Jon's cock as he could but was only
able to absorb about half of the nine- inch monster. That was fine
with Jon. Mikey knew quite well how to work his tongue on the
sensitive underside.
Jon's mouth left Mikey's and his tongue began moving down the
boy's body, Jon's cock still mostly inside Davey's hungry mouth. Jon
worked his tongue onto Mikey's chest, coating it with his tongue.
Tasting the eleven-year-old's body. Inhaling the scent of a boy. A
pure aroma filling his nostrils. Licking next under his armpits. The
skin smooth accommodating his tongue.
Davey repositioned himself so that his ass was in Jon's hand.
Jon fondled the boy's cheek, so small and so pliable. Davey squirmed
a bit to get Jon's hand where he wanted it. Ready for his fingers to
enter him.
Jon entered Davey's ass quickly. Inserting his middle finger
into the boy. Raising a grunt from the youth. Jon felt the inside of
the boy. The soft lining of his anal cavity. Measuring it for
penetrations to come. In his mind, Jon knew how this would end. His
cock up both boys' asses. Penetrating them with his nine-inch cock.
Pleasuring himself as he thrust his cock into their tight holes.
Jon moved down Mikey's body until he met with the youth's cock.
With little effort, Jon absorbed the boy's erect cock into his mouth.
Slurping, Jon soon brought the boy's balls into his mouth as well.
He let the eleven-year-old's small package rest there for a minute.
Enjoying the texture. Inhaling his scent. Mikey was cooing his
pleasure as his equipment was being cradled in Jon's hot, wet mouth.
At the same time, Jon inserted a second finger into Davey's ass
prompting the boy to piston his mouth even harder on the teen's cock
as he grunted his satisfaction at the penetration.
Jon loosened his mouth from Mikey's package and inhaled a burst
of air. Looking up at the smiling Mikey, he brought the boy's small
body across his own, cradling the young boy in his arms. Jon just
wanted to see the boy that was his. To touch his body. To keep his
small penis hard. To enjoy the boy that belonged to him. His little
whore, to be used as Jon saw fit.
Jon's eyes were filled with the vision of the youths in front
of him. One laid across his chest, his small cock erect and excited.
The other working diligently on his joint, his ass being invaded by
his fingers.
Exhaustion. Jon was definitely tired. As much as he enjoyed
just laying there and taking in the view, there was work to be done.
There were boys to be fucked.
"Let's get you boys into a 69," said Jon, swatting both youths
on their asses. "Davey on the bottom and Mikey on top."
The boys promptly responded and positioned themselves as
commanded. Eagerly, the youths took each others' hardened cocks into
their mouths. Jon positioned himself above the pile. Feeling them up
as they suckled on one another. Focusing his attentions on their
exposed assholes. Stroking himself in anticipation of taking them.
Jon positioned himself over the older Davey's asshole. His
cockhead at the entrance. Ready to go into the boy.
With a slow push he was inside Davey. The boy's tight asshole
absorbing his cockhead. Letting him enter him. Grabbing at him and
urging him forward. Davey emitting sounds of pleasure and pain.
Going further into the boy. Jon's shaft heaved into the incredibly
tight hole. The pleasure intense as he drove further. Reaching
bottom now as he speared the panting boy. He had taken Davey's ass.
He had speared his prize.
Pistoning now, letting the boy feel every contour of his cock
as it assaulted his ass. Watching the boy's hardened cock being
absorbed by his brother. The boy now orgasmic, thrusting his hips
upward into his brother's waiting mouth. The visual incredible.
Jon withdrew. It was too soon. He wanted his load pumped up
the smaller boy's ass. He wanted to take the younger boy and he was
going to do it now.
Jon repositioned himself. Mikey's ass now in front of him.
Just as before he entered the boy. Taking him. Hearing his cries of
pain and pleasure. Watching his body shudder into orgasm as Jon's
shaft drove deeper into the tight asshole. The feeling different, more
intense than Davey's ass.
As Jon drove the last inch of his shaft into Mikey, he exploded
into the youth. His body wracked with orgasm. Hurling his wad deep
into the boy. Pistoning. Stroking his cock now lubricated by his
semen. Enjoying the youth's ass beyond measure.
Near collapse. Lightheaded. Jon rolled over onto the bed
exhausted. His charges satisfied. He wanted to sleep so badly.
And he was so much richer now. Jon sighed.
"Are we finished yet?" said Joe. The intrusion startled Jon
and he sat upright. He must have fallen asleep. Davey and Mikey were
gone now. Someone had put Jon's bathrobe back on him.
Jon looked up at Joe. Joe was smiling. He was carrying some
sort of file with him. The initials "CJB" were on it. Jon's initials.
"According to the boys, you were very good," said Joe.
"Hey, I try," responded Jon, a smile covering his face.
"You and I have business to discuss," continued Joe. "Much to
discuss."
Jon's interest was piqued. Although he was concerned that Joe
might demand sex from him. Jon was just too damned tired.
"What business?" asked Jon.
"Your future," responded Joe.
"My--"
"What do you know about your father?" asked Joe.
Jon shrugged. That was not a question he expected.
"He left when I was a kid," said Jon. "He was a loser."
Joe paused. A look of concern crossing his face.
"That's not true," said Joe. "Your father died when you were
little."
"Died?" asked Jon, his voice a gasp. What was going on? What
did Joe know? Jon's mother had told him that his father had left
them. She had to work two jobs to keep both of them alive. Dead?
"The truth is that he died in one of my factories," said Joe.
"And it hurt me more than anything because your father was very
special to me."
"You see, he was my son."
Jon was paralyzed. He didn't know what to think. Joe's son.
That would make him Jon's...grandfather. Jon shut his eyes seeking
clarity. The events of the day were more than he had ever experienced
in his entire life. Was he dreaming? Was this part of some
hallucination?
What the hell was going on?
"You can't be!" yelled Jon, rising to his feet. "This isn't
real!"
Joe signed heavily. He averted his eyes from his grandson and
spoke softly. "I'm sorry."
"Sorry?!" yelled Jon. "Why are you screwing with my head?"
Joe walked over to Jon and grabbed him by his shoulders. "Look
into my eyes," said Joe. "And you will realize the truth."
Jon looked. The piercing blue eyes that Jon was told he had.
The hair once the same color. It was true. He knew it.
"When you were very young," continued Joe. "Your father was
killed in an industrial accident. Your mother took you away from his
family. She blamed me for everything."
"You were so well hidden, it took years to find you," continued
Joe. "But I did. About a year ago. I've been waiting for you."
Jon's mind spun with a million questions. He blurted out the
one that nagged at him.
"Why now?" asked Jon.
"You had to be tested," continued Joe, releasing his grip on
Jon's shoulder's. "Sit down."
"Our family has certain traits that date back hundreds of
years," continued Joe. "I would never expose you to this type of an
environment without knowing you would be comfortable here."
"I needed to know if you were a predator."
"A predator?" asked Jon.
"Yes," said Joe. "And someone I can train to run my companies.
All of my companies, including All-American Rent Boys."
"All-American...?" said John.
"It's the name selected for this....organization." said Joe, a
smile returning to his face. "Or at least it has been since I took
over from my father."
"AARB is an organization dedicated to catering to the needs of
the well-heeled gay man," said Joe. "Each of these men at these
parties pay $100,000 a year to join this organization. And $10,000
each time they come to one of these parties."
"In exchange for their money," continued Joe, "they get only
the classiest and cleanest male whores to attend to their sexual
pleasures."
"Like me?" asked Jon.
Joe chuckled. "Your life as a whore is at an end as of now,"
he responded. Joe grabbed the file with Jon's initials on it walked
to the door. As he opened it, Joe gestured for Jon to follow him.
Slowly, Jon got up. They walked over to a room down and across the
hall. Also double doors.
Joe opened the doors and Jon's mouth gaped open as he saw the
huge bedroom in front of him. The walls were white with gold trim.
The same as Joe's And posters on the wall. But not any posters, his
posters. His Indy 500 poster signed by Rick Mears. His Blueboy
poster that got him thrown out of his house.
A huge canopied bed in the middle of the room. And they were
there. Mikey and Davey. A little worn out, but still awake. And
smiling at him.
"According to this paperwork," said Joe, tapping the folder in
front of him. "You belong here now."
"Here?" asked Jon, exhausted by all that was happening.
"That's what Leon says and he's my best lawyer," responded Joe.
"You'll live here with me now and I can start training you to run our
businesses."
Jon looked over at the bed. Davey and Mikey were under the
covers but were clearly nude. "What about --" said Jon, gesturing to
the boys.
"They belong to you now," responded Joe. "And they stay that
age forever."
"Huh?" said Jon, astounded.
"A little benefit I get for being a major shareholder at
Disney," responded Joe. "I get to test out all their new robots."
Jon shuddered. And he looked at Davey and Mikey. Robots or
not, God, they were hot.
"Time for bed," said Joe, as he helped Jon off with his
bathrobe. Now nude, he climbed into bed with Mikey and Davey,
positioning himself between the two youths.
Joe climbed atop the bed, tucked in his grandson and kissed Jon
gingerly on the forehead.
"Do you remember what happened to the man who got everything he
wanted?" asked Joe, as he tousled his grandson's hair.
"No," whispered Jon, drifting off to sleep, "what happened?"
"He lived happily ever after." Jon smiled before finally
falling asleep, cradled by the two youngsters whose bodies were now
his to share.
THE END (Apologies to Roald Dahl)