Date: Thu, 3 Aug 2000 18:07:17 EDT
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: Boy For Hire - chapter 2

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Boy For Hire - by BW  (Young-Friends).      Copyright 2000 by billwstories
Chapter 2 - No turning back.                February 2000

The driver was pulling off the interstate and I knew it was now time for me
to pay the piper.  He kept peeking over at me, grinning with each furtive
glance, and there was no question in my mind what he was thinking about.
He must have sensed that I was getting more and more nervous, the closer we
got to our destination.

"Relax, son.  I promised you that I wouldn't hurt you.  Shit, boy, you're
probably hung as well as me.  I kind of got shortchanged in the old dick
department.  My old wand isn't big enough to do any real damage, just big
enough to have some fun.  Hell, I'll even make you another promise.  If you
calm down and do as I tell you, you're going to enjoy it.  If not, I'll
give you twenty bucks for your effort."

"What about the ride?" I asked, concerned.

"You'll get the ride to where you're going, whether you enjoy the fuck or
not."

His response did make me feel better, not the part about the money but the
part about his having a small prick.  If he was sure enough to offer me
$20.00 if he hurt me, then he must be reasonably sure that he wouldn't.  He
doesn't seem the kind who has money to waste.  I'm not sure if my logic was
flawless, but it sounded good to me and it made me feel better.  As he
pulled in and parked his vehicle, he told me to hop back into the sleeper
and get undressed.  That, he explained, meant all of my clothes off.  He
said that he liked a full show beforehand, to help him get it up.  He left
the engine running, came back into the sleeper with me, and he pulled the
curtain closed, shutting us off from the driving portion of the cab.  He
had already turned the light on in the sleeper.

"Damn, boy, you've sure got a real purdy body there.  Yep, and just as I
suspeccted, you're probably a shade bigger in the dick department, too."
That made me relax even more.  I never considered myself big, especially
compared to the other guys that I'd seen in the showers at school.  In
fact, I'd say that I was average.  If he's smaller than that, it won't be
bad as long as it's not too thick.

He had been taking his clothes off as I lay there thinking, and he already
had his shirt and trousers removed.  He only had on a graying pair of
briefs and his socks.  I looked at the bulge in his shorts and it appeared
that he had been telling the truth about the size of his tool.  He slid his
jockeys down and out popped a slender, uncircumcised cock, maybe a little
over 5" in length.  If the length reassured me, then seeing the thickness
put me completely at ease.  I guess that if I had to pick a penis for my
first ass fucking, this would be one of the ones I'd have chosen.  Totally
naked, he came down beside me and he started running his hands all over my
body.

"Shit, boy, you're one fine looking specimen, if you don't mind my saying
so."

"Thank you, sir.  I consider that a fine compliment," I answered with more
self-assuredness than I would have ever expected from me.

"Well, it was meant as a compliment, so that's how you should take it."  He
paused for a few seconds.  "Son, if you let me suck your dick, too, I'll
give you an extra $10.00, cash."

"Fine," I answered.  "Enjoy yourself."

He didn't hesitate and bent over and started nibbling on my boyhood.  Damn,
my second blowjob in just a few hours.  Yeah, I just might have learned a
way to survive for a while.  The old guy had munched and licked everything
from the navel on down to mid-thigh.  He seemed to have a taste for tender
white meat.  I'd have to wait to see if he also liked the darker meat of
the drumstick.  I hadn't been paying attention to what he was doing, and he
swallowed my rod in one gulp.  This caused me to gasp and I just heard him
chuckle softly to himself.  He wasn't quite as good as the first guy, so I
ended up lifting my hips up and down, face fucking him to get it over with.
His mouth did serve its purpose and soon I was reaching my climax.

"Oh, yeah.  Take it all, you dirty old man.  I'm going to shoot.  Swallow
all of my boy cream.  Drink it all up."  I was thrusting my hips faster.
"Here...here it...cuuuuuuuummmmmmmmms.  Ooooooooooohhhhh.
Uuuuuuuuggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhh. "

I rammed my meat as far into his mouth as it would go and shot another hot
load, this time against the back of my new partner's throat.  I could feel
it every time he swallowed, I was in so far, and he didn't let even the
tiniest drop escape.  He let my dick slip from his mouth and he sat up,
wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Real sweet cum you've got there, boy.  Almost like licking honey off of a
bear cub's paw."  After resting and savoring the flavor of my deposit for a
brief time, he leaned over my head and reached into the corner of the
compartment for something.  He sat back, holding a tube in his hand.

"Now, relax, son, and just do what old Frank tells you.  I'm going to put
some of this KY jelly on my fingers and then I'm going to use them to
stretch out that tight hole of yours.  I'll do it slowly, so it won't hurt.
After I grease you up, I'll slobber some of this stuff on my pecker so
it'll slide in real nice.  When I go to put it into you, I want you to
relax and push down like you're taking a crap.  Don't push so hard that you
shit all over my bedding, but just enough to open up your chute as much as
you can.  Do you have all that?"  I nodded my head 'yes' and Frank went
about his business.

He placed his first finger at the muscular ring that protects my opening.
He pressed against it, but my anus didn't want to cooperate.  I pushed down
on my ass muscles like he said, and his finger slipped right in.  I had
never had anything up my rectum before tonight, but it didn't feel bad.
The first guy had just rammed his finger up there and forced his way in.
Frank was going very slowly and making sure I felt as little discomfort as
possible.  I appreciated that fact.  Now, he slipped a second finger up
inside my virgin hole and started twisting it around and bending the first
couple of knuckles inside me.  He hit that spot inside of my ass, and I
could feel the sparks flying.  I jerked and he giggled in response.

"That's the old prostate, son.  It feels real good when it gets stroked,
don't it?  My old dick should be stroking it a lot while I'm fucking you.
It adds to the pleasure for a man.  You'll learn to love that little button
more and more each time you have sex."  When he finished talking to me, he
inserted his third finger and started working the triumvirate around in my
tunnel.  I was getting real excited now, enjoying the sensations more and
more, and Frank just giggled as I squirmed beneath his touch.  "I told you
that you were going to like it, son.  I've got you loosened up, probably
more than you need to be loosened for old Frank here, but I wanted to make
sure that the screwing wouldn't hurt you.  Are you ready, kid?  Cause I'm
going to give you the ride of your young life.  Old Frank might not have a
big weapon, but he sure knows how to use it.  It's kind of like they say,
kid.  'It's not the size of the dog in the fight, it's the size of the
fight in the dog.'  This old dog still has his teeth and he knows how to
use them, so to speak."

I got a kick out of the way he put things and how he tried to make me feel
better.  I think I liked him a little more each minute we spent together.
"OK, son.  Pull your knees up to your chest and give old Frank a good look
at that pucker."  I did as he told me.  "That's right.  That's what you
need to do.  Now remember, as I start to enter you, you push down a little,
like you're taking a dump in the woods."

Again, I chuckled at his phraseology.  I felt his dick head touch my
rosebud and I started pushing down on my anal muscles for him to enter.
Once he got by the guardian to the sacred channel, he slid in easily and I
felt the hairs of his legs tickle my sensitive ass.  He told me that I had
done just fine and then he asked me if I needed a minute before he started.
I told him that wouldn't be necessary and he began his partial withdrawal,
followed by a quick assault on my ass.  Once he was in, Frank wrapped his
arms around me and started rubbing my back.

"Christ, son, what the fuck happened to you?" he asked abruptly, feeling
the scars and welts that still remained on my body.

I realized what he was asking and tears started to well up in my eyes.  As
the rising moisture started to cascade down my cheeks, I answered him.  "My
dad's a drunk and he used to whip me whenever he got shitfaced."

"Damn, boy.  That's some pretty mean shit back there.  Is that what the
hell you're running away from?"  I just nodded my head in the affirmative.
"Well, I guess old Frank don't blame you then.  If it had been me, I'd most
likely have shot the bastard."

"I did kick the crap out of him before I left," I told him proudly.  "He
was all bruised and bloody when I left, and I even spat on him to show him
how much I hated him."

"Good for you, boy.  He's lucky he got off that easy."

His words made me feel much better about my confrontation with my dad.
After we finished our conversation, Frank got back to business.  He
maintained a nice, steady rhythm and I purred as his penis brushed against
the responsive organ that lay just inside my entranceway.  I guess that I
was really surprised by the lack of pain and the overwhelming gratification
that I was feeling from this sexual act.  I had been very worried about
doing this and I had been only praying that it just wouldn't hurt.  I never
expected to get this much enjoyment from it.

Frank started rocking in and out of me faster and faster.  I knew he would
blow his load soon.  He had placed his hand on my cock, which was once
again rigid and ready to party, and he pumped it to the same tempo he was
working on my butt.  He panted very hard and very loudly.  I began to worry
that he might have a heart attack in his final throws and die atop me.
Wouldn't that be fun to try to explain away to a State Police Officer?  'No
sir, I didn't kill him.  He just had a heart attack as he was fucking my
ass.  He was having such a good time before he went.'

"Oh, God, son.  You're so damn tight and so fucking good.  Man, I've never
felt such a tight boy cunt before."  I got the feeling he was enjoying
himself.  I know, I'm the master of understatement.  He was pumping harder
now, like the pistons of a sports car as the tachometer approaches the red
line, and I knew he couldn't last much longer.

"Oh, fuck, kid.  Here it comes.  I'm going to fill your belly up with all
of my baby-making sperm.
Oooohhhhhhh. Yeeeeeeeessssssssss. Aaaaaaarrrrrggggghhhhhhh."

His cock throbbed and expanded and I felt the hot blasts of his man fluids
scalding the deeper reaches of my love tunnel.  Seconds later, my own penis
exploded in his hand and my jizz shot up into the air and landed all over
me, Frank's arm and hand, and some of the bedding.  He collapsed backward,
letting gravity pull his cock from my butt.  There was a strange slurping
sound as his penis made its exit, almost sounding like a wet fart.  If I
wasn't so exhausted, I might have laughed at that strange noise.

When he had recovered, Frank tossed me a cleaning rag to clean the spunk
off my body and whatever else it was covering.  We both dressed and got
ready to leave the truck.

"Listen up, kid.  If anybody in there asks you what you're doing riding
with me, you just tell them that you're my grandson and that we're taking a
little vacation at the other end of line.  If you let them think that you
had sex with me, then there will probably be a whole bunch of them fellas
that will want a piece of you, too.  I'm afraid that some of them wouldn't
be as easy a fuck as me, as some of them are packing really big equipment.
Shit, some of those guys that I see in the men's room when I'm taking a
leak would rip you completely apart.  You might even bleed to death before
they finish with you."

I thanked Frank for his warning and for making my first time so pleasant.
He said that it had been his pleasure, not mine, and he took a ten dollar
bill and handed it to me.  "Here's what I promised you, now let's go inside
and get a quick bite before we curl up for a little shut-eye."

We went inside, had our meal, and then we came back to the sleeper for some
actual sleep.  I curled up on my side and Frank cuddled up to my back and
draped his arm over my chest.  Here, a total stranger was showing me more
affection on our first day together than my father had shown for me over
the course of my entire life.  How can you account for that?

When his travel alarm went off a couple of hours later, he left me there
and got back into his seat to drive.  I continued to sleep with the gentle
rocking of the big rig and the hum of the tires over the highway.  It was a
sweet lullaby that kept me company until I awoke.  I awoke startled,
forgetting what had happened and where I was, but once I looked around and
regained my senses, I moved into the cab and sat on the seat next to my sex
instructor.

"Where are we?" I wanted to know.

"We've got about another hour or so till we reach Ft. Lauderdale.  You
ready for some breakfast?"

"You don't have to buy me breakfast.  You've already done enough."

"Hell, son, don't look a gift horse in the mouth.  I want to buy you
breakfast, so are you ready for it?"

"Yes, thank you."

"We stopped at a small dinner and Frank bought me a huge breakfast.  I had
three pancakes, two eggs, home fries, four pieces of toast, and orange
juices.  I think he was afraid that once he left me off, I might not be
eating on a regular basis.  Before we got back in his rig, I gave him a hug
and thanked him for his kindness.  He blushed a little from my public
display of affection but, looking around, he realized that he didn't know
any of these people, so who gives a damn.  We rode on until we reached the
mall that Frank had told me about, and we parted ways.  I thanked him,
several times, for his extreme kindness and generosity and he wished me
luck. He also gave me a pager number that I could reach him at, in case I
ever decided that I needed a ride back home.  I shed a few tears as I
watched him drive off and then I went straight for the mall to see what I
could find.

Frank had been correct.  It was a huge mall.  There was everything in there
that I might need, except for a shower and a laundry.  As I later
discovered, there was a small park nearby.  It had a little lake and lots
of bushes that I could use to keep me hidden and out of sight.  There was a
small brick storage shed that had full, thick hedges running around it on
three sides.  I decided to hide my black duffel bag on the back side of the
building and I would also sleep there.  There was a slight overhang to the
roof, which would help when it rained, and I doubted that many people
walked past the back anyway.  There was only about a lawnmower's width
between the hedge and the chain link fence.  Yes, until I found some place
better, this would be my new home.

Now that I'd stashed my gear, I used my time to explore the mall, the
neighborhood, and I tried to find out as many interesting things as I could
about the area.  It looked like a fairly affluent community and I was sure
that the mall would work out as my base of operation to peddle my wares, as
you might say.  I had seen a curved wooden bench that ran all around the
outer edge of the fountain that sat in the center of the mall.  This would
be my post during the day and I'd stroll the outer walkway, near the main
entrance or the theater entrance, in the evenings.

I also walked completely around the exterior of the mall, looking for other
exits.  I also looked for possible hiding places, places I could take
prospective clients for a little action, and then I just tried to get a
feel for the lay of the land.  Then I went back inside, locating all of the
rest rooms and making mental notes which ones had the least traffic.  I
scoped out the most private and isolated stalls and I made mental notes of
which ones I might be able to hide in overnight, if it got real bad
outside.  I knew that I couldn't do this often - there would be too much
chance of getting caught, but there would be occasions when I would need a
nice dry sanctuary.

Next, I parked myself on a bench in an obscure spot against the wall, so I
could study the shoppers without bringing attention to myself.  I had
already become aware that there were quite a few upscale stores in this
mall, shops that would attract wealthier patrons.  The more financially
secure the people were that entered the mall, the greater the possibility
that I could make money strutting my stuff.  I wanted to check the age
range of the shoppers out as well, hoping that I might attract guys nearer
to my own age.  Hopefully they would be attractive guys, so I wouldn't feel
so disgusted by what I was going to be doing.

I sat on that bench until closing time, only taking toilet and meal breaks.
I skipped lunch, because I had eaten such a large breakfast, and I ate
dinner in an all-you-can-eat Chinese buffet.  They lost money on that meal.
Hehehe.  I went back to my observation post and I scanned the crowd once
more.  When I first arrived at the mall, it was filled with young mothers
and their small children, senior citizens, and employees from all of the
various outlets.  Occasionally you would see others mixed in there that
didn't fall into any of those groups, but it was rare.  By three o'clock,
the mall started to fill with students, and after dinner it also included
business people.

Scanning the various individuals that roamed around the interior, there was
definitely a lot of money represented by that diverse crowd.  I might be
able to score with some of the older teenagers and some of the younger
businessmen.  There were a large number of very attractive people here and
my hopes were high.  Now, I just had to plan my strategy to attract the
right type of individual.

When the mall closed, I went back to my new abode to settle in for the
evening.  I took out the two small blankets from my duffel bag, placed one
on the ground, and I used the other to cover myself.  I used the bag as a
pillow, after I gave it a few healthy whacks to slim it down, and I settled
down.  I was lying in between the hedge and the back, outer wall of the
building for my first night in town.  I fell asleep gazing up into the
wonderfully clear night sky, thanking God that it was a fairly warm
February evening.  I mentally reviewed the list of clothing that I had
brought with me, deciding how I would dress for work tomorrow.

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