Date: Sun, 13 Aug 2000 14:24:24 EDT
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: Boy For Hire - chapter 5

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Boy For Hire - by BW  (Young-Friends).        Copyright 2000 by billwstories
Chapter 5 - A New Beginning.                  February 2000

I had been with Jeremy a couple of days now.  I had been staying in his
room, but he did show me all around the house.  I hadn't seen his parents
during any of that time.  We'd been up for about three hours now, and we
hadn't left his room.

"Trevor, you've got to be hungry by now.  Let's go down to the kitchen."

I was famished, so I went with Jeremy down to get a bite to eat.  After we
had finished, Jeremy took me out and showed me the guest-house.  Then, he
showed me a couple of spare bedrooms and we ended up back in his room.

"So, what's it going to be?" he wanted to know.

"I'm leaning toward the guest-house," I responded honestly.  "That way I'll
be out of the way and I won't interfere in your lives."

"Oh, I was...well, I was kind of hoping...well, that'd you'd stay in my
room with me, like we've been doing."

"Jeremy, I appreciate everything that you've done, but I don't want to drag
you down and ruin your life because you feel some sort of obligation to me.
You've done far too much already and the guest-house will help me
tremendously without my getting in the way as much."

"But I've enjoyed it the way it's been."

"I have too, but I think that it would be better for all of us if I moved
out there.  Besides, it would give me some privacy."

"Fine, whatever you want," Jeremy said coldly, as he sat on the bed.  I got
the impression that I had hurt his feelings and that was the last thing
that I wanted to do.  I walked over, sat next to him, and put my arm around
his shoulder.  He jerked away from me and then turned his back on me.
"Hey, it's OK," he began, "you're just not attracted to me.  I understand.
You didn't need to be attracted to those guy's that you had sex with at the
mall.  Maybe if I gave you a twenty every day, then you'd sleep in here
with me."

Now, it was my turn to be hurt.  I've been carrying a lot of baggage and I
wasn't strong enough to bear any more.  That last blow was more than I
could deal with.  I made a quick decision, looked at Jeremy, and spoke.
"I'm sorry, Jeremy, this just isn't going to work out.  I'm going back to
the park and get out of your hair.  Thanks for helping me out.  Maybe I'll
see you around."  I gathered up my things and headed for his door.

"No, Trevor, please don't leave me.  Please stay.  Please.  I need you."
Jeremy was on the bed sobbing.  I knew I should walk out the door, but I
couldn't hurt him after all he had done for me.  I went back, sat about
three feet from him on the bed, and I began to speak.

"Jeremy, I can't stay in a place where someone is going to turn on me and
throw my mistakes and my past in my face every time we disagree.  I took
abuse from my father and I won't move to another situation where I'll be
abused again, even if it is a different kind of abuse.  It's not that I
hate you, because I don't.  It's just me and I have to deal with that.  I'm
too insecure to be in any relationship that isn't 100% open and trusting.
I wish that this could have worked out because I'm actually attracted to
you.  Maybe somewhere down the road, when my mind is straighter, we can
work this out.  Right now just isn't that time."  I got up to move toward
the door again.

"Trevor, please don't leave me.  Please, I beg you.  Everyone is always
leaving me.  I'm so lonely and I just can't stand it any more.  Please,
Trevor, I need you."

I stopped dead in my tracks, unable to move or breathe.  How can this kid
feel abandoned when he has so much?  Man, I would like to have been
abandoned like this, I thought.  I mulled things over in my mind.  With
great reservation, I moved back to the bed and sat down once more.
"Jeremy, what did you mean when you said that everyone leaves you?"

He looked at me, with his tear streaked face, trying to control his sobbing
long enough to answer me.  "Look around.  Do you see anyone here but me?
Have you ever seen anyone here but me?"

"No, but your parents are busy.  They've got to work and do other things
that parents do."

"Yeah, they're always busy.  Right now, my mom's on a trip to Europe, for
the museum where she works.  Dad's so tied up at his office or at the
hospital that he's hardly ever here.  When they are home, they're either
obligated to their social commitments for work, out with their friends, or
they're spending some quiet time together.  Neither of them has any time
for me.  In sixteen years, I doubt whether I could add up all the time
they've spent with me and get it to equal more than a few months.  It'd
probably be more like a handful of weeks."  He paused, attempting to
control his emotions.  I could see how much the realization of what he just
said had hurt him.  Having lived with my father, I knew what it felt like
to think that your parents didn't care about you or that they didn't want
you around.

"I was drawn to you that first time I saw you in the mall," Jeremy
continued.  "From the way you were dressed, I figured that you were
probably selling yourself to anyone who would meet your price.  I mean,
I've seen other kids doing the same thing there.  I knew that I could give
you money and you would go with me, but I didn't want it to happen like
that.  I wanted you to be my friend and come with me because that's what
you wanted to do.  Even thinking that, I was scared that you wouldn't like
me.  That's why it took me so long before I approached you and asked you
over this weekend.  Finding you last night just moved my timetable up a
day.  Do you understand, Trevor?  I just wanted to be with you, but now I
find out that you didn't want to be here with me.  It hurts me to know
that, but I still don't want to lose you."  He started weeping again, his
chest heaving uncontrollably.

"I didn't know that and I'm sorry.  If I knew that your parents were never
around, I might have decided to stay in the house with you.  You were doing
me a big favor by letting me stay here and I didn't want to be a burden.  I
felt that if I were in the guest-house, then I'd have some place to stay
and not disrupt your family life.  That was before I found out that you
didn't have a family life.  There was more to my decision than just that
though.  There were other considerations I needed to make.  The guest house
would also give me some privacy when I needed to get away from things."  I
paused, hoping there was a way that this could work out for both of us.
"What if we do this?" I continued.  "I'll stay in the guest-house, but you
can either come and spend the night with me or I can come up here and spend
the night with you.  Neither one of us will have to be alone unless we
choose to be.  Does that sound okay to you?"

"Then you do like me and you don't want to leave?"

"Jeremy, I like you a lot and I would like to be close to you, if you'll
agree to this."

"Great.  I just don't want to be without you.  I can live with this."

I was very relieved that we were able to reach an agreement that both of us
could live with.  I didn't want to hurt him, but I didn't want him to hurt
me, either.  Who knows, maybe we will get to become good friends, or
possibly even lovers.  I'm not going to even think about that this early in
our relationship, though.  One day at a time, one foot in front of the
other.

"Jeremy, why don't we go down to the guest-house, so I can get settled in.
Would that be all right with you?"

"Yes, sure.  I'll help you with your things."

"What things?  All I've got is in that black duffle bag and my fanny pack.
I think I'm quite capable of carrying those."  We both laughed, although it
was a little strained.

"Yeah, but you forgot about all of the clothes in my dresser and closet
that don't fit me any more.  You can have those too.  I'll get them
together and then we'll move everything down at once."  I kissed him on the
cheek and gave him a hug.  He wrapped his arms around me and gave me a bear
hug in return.  He nearly knocked me out with the pain he was causing my
body, as he crushed himself against my bruises, which still hurt.  When he
saw me flinch and heard me groan, he eased up.  "I'm sorry, Trevor, I
forgot.  I'll be more careful from now on."  I just waved it off and we
started getting things together.

The guest-house was actually quite roomy.  You entered directly into the
living area.  Then, off to the right was the kitchen/dining area and to the
left were two bedrooms with a full bath in between.  It was totally
furnished with some very nice pieces of furniture.  The master bedroom had
a queen size bed, a large chest of drawers, and a good size closet.  The
other bedroom had a double bed, a smaller chest of drawers, and an adequate
closet.  I moved all my things into the master bedroom, unpacked them, and
put them away.  It took 15 to 20 minutes, tops.  Then I grabbed Jeremy's
hand, dragged him toward my bed and pushed him down upon it.  Catching him
by surprise, I started to remove his clothes so I could reward him for all
his good deeds.

"Trevor, you don't have to do this," he said.  "Now that you're living
here, you don't have to do anything that you don't want to do, ever again."

"That's just it.  I want to do this."

"But, I thought you only did that gay stuff to make money."

"Yeah, that's why I was doing it at the mall, but I also do it because I am
gay.  I guess that I have never accepted that fact before, but I know now
that it's true.  Does that bother you?"

"No.  I just didn't know."

"Good, then lie back and enjoy."

By this time I had his shirt, shoes, and socks off and I was working on his
pants.  I unfastened the snap and pulled his trousers and boxers down
together.  I worked them off his legs, and then I eased my body down beside
him on the bed.  Slowly, I let my head glide toward his head and I moved my
lips toward his, letting them barely brush over his moist, ruby flesh.  I
opened my mouth slightly, pushing my tongue out to explore and taste his
full lips.  He responded eagerly, letting my tongue enter his mouth and
passively giving me permission to do as I wished.  I let my tongue roam
about the entire soft lining of his oral cavity and then I moved on to
examine his teeth and tongue with my snake-like muscle.  As I continued,
Jeremy began to respond to my oral exam by letting his tongue dart about my
mouth with increasing intensity.  We clawed at each other's bodies, letting
our hands roam those exterior surfaces, until we couldn't bear the thought
of letting the other one go.  When I broke the kiss, I looked into his eyes
and smiled.

"That's for coming to my rescue and for being so sweet.  I hope you didn't
mind."

"No, I didn't.  I'm just not sure if I'm gay.  I've never been attracted to
another guy like this.  Hell, before I first saw you, I would have said
that I'm definitely not gay.  Things have changed, though, and I'm not so
sure any more.  Ever since I first felt this attraction to you, I've
doubted my sexuality.  I've been both scared and excited by these feelings,
but I know that I have them and they're all because of you.  I can't deny
their existence, not even to myself."

"Don't worry about it.  Don't try to over think this.  If you're enjoying
what we're doing, just go with the flow.  If not, just tell me.  You won't
have to do anything back or do anything you're not comfortable with.  Just
give it a try and see what you think."

For the first time, I was having sexual contact with someone that I
actually cared about.  It wasn't for a favor, it wasn't for money, it was
because I cared about them and wanted to do it for them.  I kissed his
entire face and nibbled his earslobes.  I ran my tongue all around the
inside of his ear, and then I moved down his neck to his Adam's apple.  I
repeated my efforts on his other side of his head, trying not to miss the
smallest crevice on his supple body.

I flicked my tongue against his nickel sized brownish nipple and it became
erect.  I ran my tongue through the hairs that surround it and nipped at
the firm nub.  He gasped when I did that, so I dropped my head and began to
nurse on Jeremy's breast.  I performed the same ritual on the other side
before I continued down the middle of his chest to his navel.  I swirled my
tongue in, out, and around his outie bellybutton and then I worked my way
to his crotch.

I thought of bypassing this area and then working my way back up, but I
didn't think Jeremy would last that long, as he was already writhing and
moaning loudly on the bed.  I moved down to his nut sac, licking and
sucking each testicle, one at a time, and then I tongued my way up and
around his stiff shaft.  I was licking on his joystick as if it was a
lollipop, and then I nibbled at the spongy surface of his glans.  I dropped
my mouth over his woody, sliding down its 7.5" length.  I swallowed several
times, adjusting to his length, until I had it completely in my mouth, my
nose resting in his furry mound.  I let my lips and tongue form the seal
around his pole, so my mouth could suction the life giving contents out of
his scrotum.  I slid my salivating mouth up and down on his boyhood, trying
to give him every pleasure possible, as I stroked his balls with my free
hand, tugging and rolling both watery eggs between my fingers and palm.
Jeremy's body was reacting like a wind-up toy that had been over-wound.  He
would jerk and spasm with every movement of my head, violently trembling
under my manipulations.  His groans were becoming louder and more frequent
when he began to beg me.

"Oh, Trevor, suck my cock.  Oh, it feels sooooooo gooooooood.  Oh, God,
make me cuuuuuummmmmmm. Pleeeeeeeze make me cuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmmm.
Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh. NOW, please.  Uuuuuuurrrrrrgggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.  I
felt his scrotum shrivel, as his nuts were sucked up toward the interior,
and I felt his hard cock expand against the moist lining of my suction
pump.  His seed exploded into my mouth and I greedily tried to swallow each
of his individual sperm, not wishing for any to escape my voracious
appetite.  He squirmed below me as he loosed several volleys of jizm into
my digestive tract.  He was a wild man, in the throes of sexual ecstasy.
As his pulsing dick began to soften, his body became more relaxed and
crumpled from the intense feeling that had exploded from within.  He was
now a whimpering mass of flesh below me, trying to absorb and remember all
of the wonderful sensations that just ripped through his body.  When his
eyes opened, I was there to absorb the pleasure that radiated from within.

"Oh, my god, Trevor," he spoke in a hoarse whisper, "that was just so
awesome.  Not just the sex, either.  I felt that you and I were actually
one.  I've never felt anything like that before.  Thank you...Oh
god...thank you...thank you so much."

I placed my lips over his, stopping the conversation, and letting my
passion flow from my mouth to his.  It also gave him the opportunity to
taste his own cum from my lips, tongue, and the lining of my oral cavity.
I hugged him as hard as I could, without causing myself pain, and then I
put my head in the crook of his neck, lying there and enjoying his warmth
and softness.  We remained like that for nearly twenty minutes before his
post orgasmic fog was entirely lifted and his consciousness returned.

"Thank you, Trevor.  That was absolutely outstanding."

"It was entirely my pleasure, Jeremy, I loved it, too."  After many more
minutes of lying there together, Jeremy sat up quickly and startled me.

"I've got it.  Next week at school, I will tell my friends about you and
invite them over here so they can meet you.  We'll throw a big party in the
house and you can get to meet my friends.  Don't get all excited, I only
have a few friends and we're not real close.  That's why I needed you and I
want all of them to get to know you, too."

"Do you think that you might be rushing this a little?  It might be best if
we waited a few weeks first."

"No way.  I want you all to become acquainted as quickly as possible.  This
will be great."

"Whatever you say.  It's your house and you're the boss.  I hope that you
know what you're doing, though."

"Don't worry.  You're going to love it and you'll have a great time."

Jeremy was totally consumed with planning this party.  I wasn't sure that
it was a good idea, not yet, but it seemed to be something that he wanted
to do so I didn't fight with him about it.  He spent most of the weekend
making lists, making plans, and calling businesses and placing orders.  He
wouldn't let me in on the details because he said that he wanted me to be
surprised.  During school the following week, he gave his eight guests
their verbal invitations.  The party would take place on Friday night. He
informed all of the guests that they would be spending the night in the
main house, because he was planning to raid his father's liquor supply.  He
wanted to make sure that everyone had a good time, but he didn't want any
of them to get injured on their way home or their indiscretion to be
discovered.  He was just so damned excited.

All week long he kept me out of the house, as he had been setting up and
didn't want me to see it.  Any time that we got together during the week,
it was at the guest-house.  He even brought my meals out to me, so I
couldn't see any of the things he had done.  I didn't want him to go to so
much trouble, but he was a man possessed and he would settle for nothing
less.  When Friday arrived, he was like a little boy on Christmas morning.
He couldn't sleep the night before, he was up early that morning, and he
couldn't relax until he had opened all of his presents (in this case it
meant until the party was over).  I thought that I was going to have to
pump him with tranquilizers, just so he didn't have a stroke.

Friday evening Jeremy came over to drag me to the main house.  He did it at
6:00, before the guests arrived, so he could see my reactions to his hard
work.  As I walked in, I could see that there was enough catered food to
feed 30 people, not just the ten we were planning on.  The booze had been
set out, on the top of the bar, and the mixers on a table next to it.  He
had strategically placed the snacks all along the surface of the bar.  He
had moved much of the furniture against the wall, to open up the floor
space, and he had signs up pointing out the way to the game room and the
toilets.  Then he showed me his pride and joy.  In the living room hung a
huge banner that he had obviously made himself.  It said 'Welcome Home
Trevor."

Needless to say, I was moved by his message and quite choked up.  This was
one time when I was glad that he let me see this before the others arrived.
Otherwise, I would have been reduced to a blubbering fool in front of
people I had never met.  I hugged him, thanked him, and kissed him, not
necessarily in that order.  As the guests arrived, he introduced us all
individually.  He sure invited a group of extremely good-looking guys.
Even if their being there were my only present, that would have been
plenty.  When everyone had arrived, we began eating, drinking, and playing
games in the game room.  There was a pool table, a bumper pool table, air
hockey, and three different pinball machines.  The Play Station had also
been hooked up to the 50" television.  Talk about your kids in a candy
shop.  We were all enjoying ourselves, at least that's how I read the
gayety (no pun intended about sexual preference), until things started to
get a little out of hand.  Some of the boys overdid the booze and they got
a little tipsy and silly, but no one got way out of hand.  At about three
in the morning, Jeremy showed the boys upstairs to the bedrooms, made sure
they were all comfortable, and then he joined me at my pad.

We were both too exhausted to have any more fun, but I thanked him many
times for the special night and all the fun that I had.  We went to sleep
in each other's arms and I've never slept better in my life.  The next
morning, Jeremy rose early to go to the house to make coffee and fix
breakfast for the boys as they woke up.  He told me to stay in bed for a
couple more hours and then to come over and join him.  I was lying there,
in blissful thought, when there was a knock at my door.  I told whomever it
was to enter and in walked Kirk, one of Jeremy's friends.  We exchanged
greetings, and then I asked him what I could do for him.

"I would like for you to do me a favor.  I've got twin brothers who are
turning 14 in a little while and I want to give them a very special present
for their birthday.  How much would you charge to blow both of them and let
them both fuck you?"

I was shocked to say the least.  "Why would you ask me this?"

"Jeremy told me how you were turning tricks at the mall to make money,
although I was already pretty sure that's what you were up to.  He also
told me you gave him the best blowjob he's ever had.  I just thought you'd
be the perfect one to give my brothers my special birthday gift."

"Jeremy told you all of that?" I asked incredulously, wondering how Jeremy
could have betrayed my confidence like that.

"Yeah.  He said you and he were tight now and that's why he was having the
big bash for you."

I was confused, betrayed, and humiliated.  How could Jeremy do this to me?
How could he tell these boys our most intimate secrets?  Maybe he doesn't
really care about me.  Maybe I'm just a good time to him and nothing more.
If that's the case, then I'll have to leave, but I'll need more money.  I
guess I'll take this gig after all.

"A suck and a fuck, fifty each."

"Great.  I want to give them their present two weeks from yesterday.  Their
birthday and the party is actually on Saturday, but I want to give them
this present first.  Come to think of it, they're having a few of their
friends over to the party.  It would really make them popular to have
something special at the party, something that the other boys would enjoy
and isn't a usual party activity.  What would you charge to do all of them,
including my brothers again?"

This was becoming more bizarre with every passing minute.  "Twenty five
each and they can choose one thing that they want to do."

"You're on.  I think I'll throw myself into that group as well.  If I'm
paying for it, I might as well have some fun, too.  Thanks, Trevor, you're
a pal.  I'll give you all of the details later.  See you."

He was gone and I threw myself onto the bed and let all my feelings rise to
the surface and erupt in a boiling mass of hysterics.  I was beating on the
bed and pillows and venting my frustration.  I was totally losing it when I
heard Jeremy behind me.  He must not have looked at me before he spoke.

"Hey, Trevor.  When are you coming over?"

I turned and glared at him, picked up the closest solid object I could
find, and I heaved it in his direction.

"Leave me the fuck alone.  I never want to speak to you again!"

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