Date: Sun, 6 Aug 2000 23:12:56 EDT
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: Boy For Hire - Chapter 3

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Boy For Hire - by BW  (Young-Friends).          Copyright 2000 by billwstories
Chapter 3 - Open for business.                  February 2000

I sat on the bench that ran around the fountain, as I waited for my first
nibble.  I was beginning to feel like a fisherman trolling for tuna.  Even
though it was winter, I dressed in a pair of real flimsy shorts and a
sleeveless tee shirt, cut off a couple of inches above my navel.  A couple
of older gentlemen eyed me for a while, but no one approached.  It was like
that until the late afternoon, when the school kids got out.  A couple of
good-looking older boys came over and sat by me and said 'hello'.  I think
that they thought about asking me something, but they were too shy to
continue.  I, being new at my trade, wasn't sure how to approach them,
either.  Damn, I missed an opportunity, but hell, I wasn't desperate yet.

After dinner an attractive businessman, I'd guess that he was in his early
thirties, sat beside me on the bench.  He remained still, eyeing me over,
until he decided that the coast was clear.  He bent over and whispered in
my ear.

"Are you interested in making a little money?"  I nodded my head in reply.
"Then follow me."

He got up, walked to one of the stores, and I followed him at a safe
distance.  He walked to the rear of the building, in the direction of a
very private restroom that I had scoped out earlier.  He was going around
it, checking to make sure the place was empty, as I entered.  "Tell you
what, kid," he began to address me, "I'll give you $10.00 if you'll let me
blow you and $20.00 if you'll blow me, too."

"Twenty for either/or," I shot back bravely, "or forty for both."  He eyed
me suspiciously, but then he agreed.  He led me over to the back stall and
we went in, with him locking the door behind us.  "Money first," I
demanded, holding out my hand.  He reached into his pocket, extracted a wad
of bills, and he handed me a couple of twenties.

"I'll do you first," he instructed me.  I dropped my shorts to the floor; I
wasn't wearing any underwear, and I got on my knees on the toilet seat,
facing him.  This way, anyone entering would see only one pair of feet in
the stall.  He squatted in front of me, taking a close inspection of the
tool that he had just rented, and he took my penis into his hand.  His
hands were very soft and tender, and he lovingly kissed the head of my
cock.  He began to lick it, running his tongue all around its surface, and
it awoke from its slumber.  Soon, my Cyclops was ready to play.  His tongue
slurped all around my engorged member, like a mother cat cleaning her
kitten, when he began to engulf my penis with his hot, hungry mouth.
Teasingly, he bobbed up and down on my young cock, as his other hand
sweetly stroked and pulled at my testicles.  Quickly, he brought me to
orgasm and I rewarded him with several honey-coated spurts of boy juice in
exchange for his Andrew Jackson.  Without saying a word, he licked his
lips, winked at me, and then he exposed his own weapon.

It was the biggest one I had seen so far.  It was about 9" long, pretty
thick, and circumcised.  This was larger than I had hoped for and I knew
that my first cock to suck would stretch my jaw and throat to the limits.
Tentatively, I flicked my tongue out for his swollen, purple head and I
tested the waters.  His manhood had a pungent, salty taste to it, but it
wasn't bad.  I swirled my tongue around the ridge of his glans and then I
let my oral muscle follow one of a series of veins that ran up and down the
length of his pulsating shaft.  I fondled his balls with my free hand,
tickling the sensitive skin and watery nuggets contained within, hoping to
bring him off as soon as possible.  My lips slid down the sides of his
slippery head, forcing my jaws to spread wide open.  I flicked the slit
with my tongue, extracting a low, throaty groan from its owner, as I slid
my mouth down his pole.  Careful not to let my teeth drag along the skin, I
moved farther down his dick.  I swallowed about 4 or 5 inches before I
started to gag.  Instinctively, I pulled back and I began to bob up and
down on the upper portion of his flagpole.

The longer I sucked on his prick, the more of it I took in and the farther
down its sides I descended.  I never got more than six or so inches into my
throat before he blasted me with the fruit of his loins.  Several ropes of
his sticky liquid shot down my throat.  I swallowed his cum quickly, so I
wouldn't choke, and then I sucked the man teat dry of its masculine milk.
I let his dick fall from my mouth and looked into his face.  He smiled at
me and spoke.

"You're kind of new at this, aren't you?"  I nodded and blushed, thinking
he was going to ask for a refund.  "Not bad, for a rookie.  I guess you
earned your money.  Thanks, kid, maybe I'll see you around again."

With that said, he exited the stall and I waited there until I heard the
door close behind him.  I thought about what had just happened.  It wasn't
too bad.  His load was a little bitter and slightly salty, but his cum was
better tasting than some of the medicines that I've had to swallow when I
was sick.  He seemed fairly pleased by my performance, giving me a
satisfied customer who may return for an encore.  That's what I have to do,
keep them satisfied and coming back for more.  I got off the toilet seat
and rubbed my knees and legs.  They were fairly sore and stiff from the
amount of time I knelt on them.  That hard toilet seat didn't help much,
either.  I think that I'm going to have to get kneepads or find another
place to do my business.

I decided to eat dinner and take a rest.  After all, forty bucks wasn't too
bad for my first effort.  I had been fairly bold by demanding more money
than he had originally offered, but my gamble had paid off.  Now, I had a
better idea of what my services were worth and what I could charge in the
future.  All in all, I felt this was better than living with some old drunk
who used me as target practice or an exercise workout.

After my meal, I strolled around outside the theater entrance.  It was
getting late and I was just about ready to call it a night when I was
approached again.  It was a guy in his late twenties, dressed in jeans,
golf shirt, and windbreaker.

"You need a ride?" he began.

"No, not really."

"You looking for someone then?"

"Yeah, kind of."

He thought about my response for a minute before he continued.  "Well, I'm
kind of looking for someone, too, if you're interested."

"What did you have in mind?"

"I'm a little horny."

"And.?" I prodded.

"I thought you could help me get some relief."

"What, exactly, do you want?"

"Oh, a blowjob or a good piece of ass."

"Well, it's twenty for a BJ or thirty for a fuck."

He thought it over for a second.  "I guess a blowjob would do just nicely."

"Follow me," I said dryly.  I led him around the end of the mall and toward
the back.  I took him behind two large dumpsters that were located there
and continued my instructions.  "Let me see what you've got and I need the
money up front."

The guy undid his pants, lowered them and his boxers, and he pulled out his
wallet.  He dug inside of it, finding two tens which he handed me.  He had
a 6.5" circumcised cock, medium thickness.  This would be no problem after
the last guy.  I knelt down in front of him and I began my ministrations.
He must have been quite horny, as he began moaning and thrusting as soon as
I swallowed his rod.  I wonder just what movie he had been in to see?  It
took him less than five minutes to deposit his load and be on his way.
That's not bad, twenty dollars for five minutes of work.  I guess that I'll
have to figure out what that works out to on an hourly basis.

I went back to my sleeping quarters and sacked out for the night.  Things
were starting out fairly well and I was pleased with my ingenuity.  I had
worked this out all by myself, no adults needed, and I was going to be able
to survive.  It might even be possible that I could afford my own place
sometime in the future.  I lay on the ground, searching the stars and the
moon for any signs of what my future might hold.  It was very relaxing and
I soon drifted off to sleep, with the cloudless sky as my roof.

I awoke the next morning and used the park restrooms to freshen up in and
brush my teeth.  It would have been perfect if they had just had a shower
in there for me to use.  I remained dressed in the same clothes I had worn
yesterday and I headed back to my designated seat at the mall.  I'd been
there a couple of hours before one of the older gentlemen, one of the men
that I had seen the day before, approached where I was seated.

"How much do you charge, son?" he asked matter-of-factly.

"Twenty for a blowjob, either way."

"How about I give you ten for seeing you naked while I whack myself off?"

"No touching between us, then?"

"None."

"OK.  Follow me."  I led him to one of the stores' restrooms that I judged
to be the most secure for business purposes.  I stood in the back corner of
the rear stall and requested the money.  He handed me an Alexander Hamilton
and I pulled down my shorts and stood there.  The old guy pulled out his 7"
uncut cock and, literally, beat the piss out of it.  I had never seen or
heard of anyone being so aggressive or abusive to his own meat.  After
several minutes of this violent pounding, the old guy shot his wad all over
the toilet.  He cleaned up, put his dick away, and thanked me.  I pulled up
my shorts, waited for the restroom to empty, and then I left.  I went back
to my reserved seat and spent the rest of the day with little or no
interest from the other shoppers.

Things were pretty slow for the next couple of days, but it picked up as
the weekend approached.  I saw this teenage boy hanging around nearly every
day and he would always smile at me or say 'hi'.  I get the feeling that
he's trying to gather up enough courage to do more, but he never does.

About ten or twelve days after I arrived, I was paid for my first fuck as a
whore.  I had purchased a fanny pack earlier and I kept a tube of KY and
some condoms in it for such occasions.  I took him to the most obscure
restroom in the mall, one where the stall walls went nearly to the ground,
because it seemed like the best place to do my 'work'.  I explained to him
that he had to wear the condom or the deal was off.  Can't be too safe, you
know.  I understood that I took an unnecessary risk with Frank, the
trucker, but I wasn't prepared for that to happen.  Now that I had a better
idea about what was going on, I wouldn't be caught off guard again.

After he put on the rubber, lubed it, and greased up my ass, he had me bend
over the toilet and place my hands on the wall above the flushing
mechanism.  He moved in behind me and slipped his 7" cock into my ass.  I
felt a little pain, but not much, as he began sliding in and out of me.  He
worked me hard and fairly fast, and I felt more enjoyment from this than I
was willing to acknowledge.  His cock rubbing against my prostate caused me
much pleasure, although I wanted to block out of my mind what I was doing
and what I had become.  I was contemplating this dilemma when he emptied
the contents of his scrotum into my bowels.

Having completed his release, he removed the condom and flushed it down the
toilet.  He left the stall and I cleaned myself up, between my legs, before
I dressed and left the restroom.  I took a break before repositioning
myself on the bench and trolling for my next score.  It was then that I saw
that teen again.  He was staring at me, looking like he wanted to approach,
but he merely nodded and left.

I had been working the mall for several weeks and I had accumulated a fair
amount of cash.  I actually went to one of the local banks and opened a
savings account so I wouldn't have to carry all of my earnings around.
What I did carry, I kept some in my right sock, over my instep and under
the laces of my Nikes.  The rest was pushed in the side of my left sock
where I could get to it quickly for everyday use.  I had a pretty steady
business, never going more than three days between customers.  I had even
had some repeat business.  The only thing that kept me guessing about what
was happening was the good-looking teen boy, who seemed like he wanted to
approach me.  Most times he would be alone, although once in a while he
would be with a friend, but he never did more than smile, wave, or say
'hello'.  I was really curious about what he was up to or what he wanted
from me, but I still hadn't found out.  I tried to put him out of my mind
as I serviced another customer.

It was now late April and I was still in the park.  Things were going
fairly well, as long as I didn't think about exactly it was that I was
doing, and my savings account was growing.  If I kept going I would have
enough for the first and second month's rent and the security deposit for
my own apartment.  I had checked the paper long enough to know
approximately what I would need before I actually started to look for a
place.  I'd just have to convince a landlord that I was old enough to be on
my own.

I was spending another afternoon in my favorite spot when I saw that same
teenager again.  This time he walked over, sat next to me, and said more
than just 'hello'.

"You live around here?" he inquired.

"Yeah," I lied.  "I'm new in town, though."

"I didn't think I'd seen you around much before the past few months.  My
name's Jeremy."

"Trevor," I responded.  "Nice to meet you."

"Same here.  Where do you go to school?"

I racked my brain for a suitable answer.  "I'm home schooled."

"Oh, that must get pretty boring, with no other people around."

"Yeah, it is kind of lonely when you don't have anyone else your own age
around."  I wasn't responding about the school part of it, but the fact
that I was lonely, being on my own.

"I don't live too far from here.  Maybe you could come over sometime and we
could hang out."

"That sounds nice.  I could use a friend around here."

"Yes, this can be a real lonely place without any friends.  I've got a few
of my own and I could introduce you around.  Would you like that?"

"It sounds great, Jeremy.  I'd like that a lot."

"Well, I should be heading home, I've got a family obligation tonight.
When would you like to get together?"

"I don't know, whatever is best for you.  I'm pretty flexible, seeing that
I make my own schedule, more or less."

"Yeah, right.  Well, today is Tuesday, so how about Friday afternoon?"

"Fine.  I'll meet you here then?"

"Yeah, Friday after school it is then.  Take care, Trevor, and I'll see you
at the end of the week."

"Great.  Thanks for inviting me, Jeremy.  I'll be here waiting."

He left me and I was more than a little excited about my upcoming 'date'.
Besides being friendly, Jeremy was drop-dead gorgeous.  He was about 5'9",
black wavy hair, the palest blue eyes I'd ever seen, and I thought he was
maybe a couple of years older than me.  Although I couldn't see under his
clothing, he appeared to have a very fine body, possibly athletic, and I
loved his somewhat shy demeanor.  From the way he was dressed, and judging
from the amount of money that had been spent on orthodontia for him, I
guessed his parents had some bucks.  I'd have to devise a story and family
history before I spent any time with him or met his friends, though.  I
couldn't tell him the true story, not yet anyway.  In the event that we
should actually become friends, who knows what I might share with him about
my past.  Maybe I could actually confide in him and work some of these
emotions out of my system.  Maybe I could find someone who could love me as
much as I loved them.  That would be nice.  If only it could happen, but I
dared not raise my hopes too high yet.

>From Tuesday afternoon until Thursday, I made several more contacts and
earned quite a bit more money.  Wednesday night was the best, though.  This
guy in his forties (tall, balding, but in decent shape) offered me fifty
dollars if I'd let him fuck me.  I eventually agreed.  He took me to a
sleazy little roadside motel and we spent the night.  I had my fanny pack
(with the KY jelly, condoms, and a few other necessities) with me for this
appointment.  I explained that I would only do it if he wore a condom.  He
argued with me at first, even offering an extra $20 if he could go
bareback, but I told him that I wouldn't even consider it, for fear of
contracting AIDS.  He reluctantly gave in.

The guy had a fairly large cock, about 8" and cut, but it was on the thin
to medium side when it came to thickness.  He got what he wanted and there
was very little pain for me.  We spent the night in the room and I got to
sleep in a real bed for the evening.  In the morning, I was able to shower
before he dropped me back off at the mall.  I left there and went to the
park to change before I went back to work.  Thursday was kind of slow until
the evening.  After dark, a decent looking younger guy, I suppose he was in
his twenties, said he needed a blowjob.  I took him to my little secluded
spot behind the dumpsters.

This guy was really built, powerful arms, big chest, and huge legs.  He had
a nearly 7" chubby cut cock and I hummed a few bars on his joystick.  He
fed me his cream, fastened his pants, and then he pounced on me.  I was
caught completely by surprise.  He knocked the stuffing out of me,
pummeling me with his fists and feet, and then he reached into my sock,
where he saw me slip his twenty, and he stole my cash.

"Dirty little faggot.  That will teach you to charge for doing something
you born to do and love to do, besides.  You should be paying me for the
pleasure of tasting my awesome morsel.  Maybe that will knock some sense
into your sick little ass."

He spun around and left, but I was too dazed to notice.  Blood was running
down my face and into my eyes, from cuts from his punches, and I staggered,
unconsciously, toward the cinema entrance.  As I neared the doors, one of
the movies let out and people started rushing by me.  Suddenly, someone
grabbed my arm, pushed me backward a little, and looked into my face.

"Trevor, is that you?"  I looked up and could barely make out his face.  It
was Jeremy.  "Shit, man, what the fuck happened to you?"

"Some guy just kicked the crap out of me and stole my money."

"Hell, we've got to get you to your place fast."  I panicked at his
suggestion.

"Uh...nobody's there.  My...uh...my parents went away for a few days."

"Then you're coming home with me.  I doubt anyone will be there either, but
I can get you cleaned up and you can sleep in my room tonight.  Shit, man,
do you think you need to see a doctor?"

"No, I'll be fine.  I just need to wash up a little.  I've taken worse
beatings than this."

"You have?" he asked incredulously.  "Who the fuck could have messed you up
worse than this?"

"Some guy at my old school," I lied once more.  "He didn't like me talking
to his girl and he hurt me real bad.  Broke a rib and everything."

"Fuck, you're going to have to watch where you're hanging out and who you
talk to then.  My house isn't far.  Do you think you can walk?"

"Yes, I'll be fine."

"If by some strange chance my father is home, I'll have him look you over.
He's a doctor."

Well, that confirmed my suspicions about the family's financial status.
"Thanks, but all I want to do is get somewhere where I can rest and clean
up."

Off we proceeded, into the night.  We made it to Jeremy's home and he took
me to his room.  His parents were both gone and, as he was an only child,
the house was empty.  He tenderly cleaned my cuts and applied an
antiseptic.  It stung like hell but he said he had to put it on me, so the
cuts wouldn't become infected.  He took me into his room and put me on one
side of his king size waterbed.  Then he slid in beside me and made sure
that I was comfortable.  If I hadn't been in so much pain, I might have
enjoyed Jeremy's company for the night.

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