Date: Wed, 16 Aug 2000 20:57:41 EDT
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: Boy For Hire - chapter 6

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Boy For Hire - by BW  (Young-Friends).         Copyright 2000 by billwstories
Chapter 6 - The seeds of misunderstanding.     February 2000

"Why the hell did you just throw that at me?"  Jeremy was completely
baffled by my outburst.

"Because I felt like it, you traitor."

"But you almost hit me in the head with it."

"Too bad I missed.  Get out of here and leave me alone."

"What's going on?  What did I do now?"

"Nothing, except to tell Kirk that I was a boy whore and I gave you great
head.  Now get the fuck away from me.  I don't want to talk to you any
more."

"I didn't tell him that, he guessed it.  Don't you remember that he was
with me that first day at the mall?  He came with me a couple of times
later, when we saw you again.  We both knew that's what you were doing and
we wondered what would make you do that."

"Yeah.  I bet he just guessed about the blowjob, too."

"No.  I did tell him that, but only him.  I was trying to make him realize
how special you were to me and it just kind of slipped out."

"I'm sure it did.  Well, I can't afford those kinds of slip-ups.  Next
thing I know you'll be telling him every sordid detail of my life that I
told you.  Just go.  Get out of here and stay away from me."

"Trevor, he doesn't think you're like that any more."

"He doesn't, does he?  Well, he just gave me a job, two jobs to be more
specific.  He just hired me to give his brothers a blowjob and a fuck for
their birthday, and then he asked me to 'entertain' his brothers' friends
at their birthday party."

"He did WHAT?"

"He asked me to help him make his brothers men and then make them popular
with their friends."

"You turned him down, right?"

"Hell no!  As long as he knows all about me and for that kind of money, I
told him 'fine'."

"I'll talk to him and tell him you've changed your mind."

"The hell you will.  I've already accepted and I don't go back on my word.
I'll move out, so it doesn't get around town that you've got a slut
shacking up at your place."

"No, you're not leaving.  You're staying here."

"I don't want to stay here.  I don't want to be around anyone who turns on
me."

"Trevor, I didn't turn on you.  No matter how you feel about me, you can
still live here.  If you don't want to see me or talk to me, I'll stay
away.  You know where I'll be if you want to find me, but I won't let you
live in the park or someplace worse."  He started to cry and turned around
and walked out the door, closing it behind him.  I watched him slink across
the yard to his back door and enter his house.  How the hell could things
change so quickly from last night to today?

I knew that I'd hurt Jeremy again but this time he deserved it.  How could
he tell Kirk all that shit?  Worse yet, whom else did he tell?  He sure
wasn't going to explain this one away with a few words and I wasn't about
to kiss and make-up.  Although I'm confused and upset, I still can't hate
him.  Even after I screamed at him and told him to get away from me, he
didn't ask me to leave.  In fact, he insisted that I stay.  I just can't
figure the kid out.  One minute he does something so utterly despicable and
the next minute he does something unbelievably sweet.  If only he could
just trap himself in that later mode, then we wouldn't have any more
problems.

I avoided Jeremy all that week and he never tried to come out and talk to
me.  I did catch him staring out of the upper floor windows at me or at the
guest-house, but that's the most that he did.  He was true to his word and
he honored my wishes, staying away from me completely.  Saturday afternoon
Kirk came by to give me the details of my job.  I don't know if he'd gone
to the main house first, but that afternoon I heard a light knocking on my
door.

"Oh, hi, Kirk," I said, surprised to see him.

"Hi, Trevor.  I just came by to let you know what's going on.  Friday night
is when I want you to help me with my brothers.  By the way, their names
are Chad and Andrew.  Do you want to come to my place to do this or do you
want me to bring them here?"

"Why don't you bring them here?  I think it will make them feel more
comfortable if they're not in their own home.  You know, they might be
worried about getting caught or something."

"Hey, whatever you say.  Here is fine.  The next night is the party and
you'll have to come to my house for that, though.  I've got a room set up
on the second floor for you.  We'll send all the guys up, one at a time,
starting with my brothers.  I'll go last, so you'll know when it's over.
I'm not sure how many boys are actually coming, but they invited fifteen.
That's not going to be a problem, is it?"

"That does add up to eighteen, if everyone shows.  That is a lot of sex for
one night, but I'm willing if you've got the money.  I mean, eighteen would
be $450 and $100 for the night before; that is a lot of cash."

"Don't worry.  I've got eight $100 bills waiting for you.  The rest is a
tip for doing me this huge favor.  I'll explain to everyone that you're a
friend and they can't tell anyone about it.  That should be enough to keep
it quiet.  I can't wait to see the expressions on my brothers' faces when I
come back to pick them up later on Friday.  By the way, what time do you
want me to be back by?"

"If you drop them off at seven you'll be able to pick them up by ten.  If
they seem really into it, I might throw a little something extra in as a
gift from me and we might be able to spend some time talking, getting to
know each other."

"Hey, you're great, man.  No wonder Jeremy thinks you're so special.  Hey,
this is just a friend thing.  I didn't ask you because I thought you
were...you know...what I thought."

"I know what you mean.  You don't have to say it."

"Look, Trevor.  I wouldn't just hire anybody to do this to my brothers.  If
I hadn't learned about you, I probably wouldn't be able to give them this
gift.  I chose you because Jeremy said you were special and, after I met
you at the party, I agreed with him.  This means a lot to me and I know it
was an awful big favor for me to ask.  I appreciate your doing this because
I know it must be hard on you as well.  That's why I threw in the big tip.
I wanted to let you know how much this meant to me and all."

"Thanks, Kirk.  I'll see you and your brothers Friday night."

I know it sounds like I just rushed Kirk out and all, but after what he had
just said to me, I had some serious thinking to do.  It sounded like he
really didn't think of me as a boy whore.  He said that I was special and
he even called me a friend.  He kept saying that Jeremy told him how
special I was.  Did I screw up and misjudge Jeremy again?  I did a
considerable amount of thinking over the next hour, rehashing all of Kirk's
words, and I concluded that once again I had fucked up royally.  I had
jumped to conclusions and blamed everything on Jeremy, when it had been
mostly my fault for deciding to make money that way in the first place.  I
had to go and find Jeremy, so I could apologize.

I walked over to the house and the back door was unlocked.  I went inside
and there was not a sound to be heard.  I looked all around the downstairs
and he was nowhere to be found.  I headed up to his room on the second
floor and I found his door partially opened.  I peeked in and Jeremy was
lying on his bed.  I couldn't tell if his eyes were closed or if he was
just staring at the ceiling.  I walked in and he didn't move, so I cleared
my throat.  He lifted his head and looked toward the door.  When he saw me,
he sat up on his bed.

"I came to apologize," I said meekly.  "I think I jumped to conclusions
again, and after all you've done for me, I should have given you the
benefit of the doubt.  Will you, please, accept my apology?"

His eyes brightened and a big grin came over his face.  He got off his bed,
moved toward me, and he stretched his arms out in front of himself, to
welcome me to him.  I met him part way and we embraced like two long-lost
siblings.  I could feel his tears running down his cheek and onto mine, and
I'm sure that he could feel the same from mine.  He started to say
something to me but I just pllaced my finger over his lips to silence him.
I guided him back to the bed and we sat down.  I broke away from his loving
caress and I looked into those happy, yet sad, eyes.

"I should have come and talked to you about it after Kirk told me those
things.  I had no right to read things into what Kirk was saying, but
that's what I did.  I know you wanted to explain, but I think that it would
be best if we said nothing more about this.  Let's just put it behind us
and forget about it.  We've got a week to make up for."

"Thanks, Trevor.  I'm sorry, too, for giving Kirk the wrong impression.
It's been a very lonely week and I've missed you a lot."

"I've missed you, too.  I don't remember if I thanked you for that party,
but I want to and I will."

I pushed him back onto the bed and I started kissing his beautiful lips.
Not sweet, loving kisses, but passionate, lustful kisses.  I needed to show
him how much I did miss him and how sorry I really was.  I savagely
attacked his mouth with mine, letting my tongue dart around like a
heat-seeking missile.  I think he was shocked at my aggressiveness, but he
passively surrendered to my desires.  I began to remove his clothing,
running my hands all over his body, and then I stood up and removed my own.
Once we were both totally naked, I bent over his prone body and began to
nibble at those erotic spots about the head and neck and I followed that
with dainty butterfly kisses.  Butterfly kisses are applied with the same
gentleness and gracefulness that a butterfly uses when landing on a twig or
a leaf, that gliding ease which barely disturbs the surface as the insect
lands.

As Jeremy laid on the bed absorbing the warm tingling sensations from my
loving ministrations, I moved on down to his chest and I began rubbing the
bare surface of his hairy flesh and I softly pinched both nipples.
Jeremy's head began to flop from side to side before I flipped my tongue
out and teased his pink nub.  I wet the entire surface of his breast and
then I began to suckle on it like an infant.  My lover groaned and writhed
in ecstasy under my sexual assault, and then I licked my way across his
chest and treated the other tit with the same loving massage and milking.

>From there, I brought my tongue down his chest until I reached his navel,
and I cleaned the entire area with my spongy muscle.  Continuing down his
body, I bypassed his groin and licked my way down his thigh, over his calf,
and to his foot.  There, I ran my tongue over and around each toe, sucking
on each digit as if it were his penis.  Working my way across to the other
foot, I repeated the procedure and started back up the other limb,
eventually nearing my intended target.

As I finished with his thigh, I moved to his ball sac and I began to lick
and fondle that area tenderly.  I took each testicle in my mouth, sucking
it and rolling it over on my tongue until I swapped it for the other one.
Doing the same ritual to that watery orb, I took both of his balls into my
mouth at once and I softly hummed on them, letting the sensations ripple
through and around them.  Now I licked his shaft, swirling my tongue around
the surface of his pulsing love muscle, until I had worked my way around
the rigid edge of his corona.  I stuck the tip of my tongue into the tiny
slit at the end of his dick, which was opening and closing like a fish
gulping water through its mouth before pushing it out its gills.  All this
time, I was enjoying the taste of the sweet pre-cum that was oozing from it
and I was reveling in his wonderful boy scent.

Next, I opened my mouth and engulfed the glans, and I slowly worked my way
down his hot, yet pliable, rod, swallowing every fraction of an inch of the
marvelous tool that I could.  Working it with my tongue, I was beginning my
suctioning.  I eased my head up and down the length of it, letting my lips
form a vacuum seal against the skin so I could draw the life giving juices
from his scrotum.  I brought him close to the brink several times, only to
allow him to be brought back down without release.  I ignored his pleading
protestations to continue, because I had another plan in mind.  When I
thought that he could take it no longer, I took the tube of KY from my
fanny-pack so I could coat his member and lubricate my own rectum.  When I
had finished, I straddled the upper part of his hips.  This was how I would
give him the release that he had been begging me to give him for so long.
Holding the burning pole of desire with my left hand, I positioned my
opening above his dick and I slowly sat down on it.  After impaling myself
completely upon his throbbing mast, I began the steady rhythm of my rising
and falling, tightening my rectal muscles at the appropriate times to coax
his prick to climax.

"Oh, Trevor, ride me, pleeeeeeeze," Jeremy begged.  "Let me shoot, oh yes,
let me cuuuuuummmmmm.  Ohhhhhhhh, Trevor, I looooooove you sooooooooo much.
Yes, please let me shooooooooooooooot."

I increased the pace of my pistoning, violently riding up and down on his
hard iron stake, bringing him closer to his long-sought-after relief.  His
hips were thrusting up forcefully, meeting me halfway as I glided downward
on his wand, as he tried to hasten his own orgasm.  I could tell by his
actions how desperately he wanted to give his churning testicles a chance
to deliver their most recent production.

"I'm close.  I'm almost theeeeeeere," he moaned as he squirmed totally out
of control beneath me.  "Do it, Trevor, let me shoooooooooot.
Pleeeeeeeeeze.  Arrrrrrgggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh."

Hot bolts of cum burned the lining of my bowels, as several blasts exploded
from his well-worked member.  Jeremy screamed with pleasure and his body
flopped and quivered, like the death throes of a mortally wounded reptile.
When his tremors subsided and his load had been spent, he fell into an
immobile silence, like a child who had just finished convulsing from a
seizure.  I rolled off him, letting his softening cock 'plop' from my ass
cheeks, and lay beside him, exhausted from my own energetic efforts to
please him.  Neither of us spoke nor moved for many minutes.

"Apology accepted," Jeremy moaned in a weak, child-like voice.  The humor
of his comment struck me, but I was too tired to laugh.  I merely draped my
arm across his chest before we both passed out from the overload of
sensations.

When I awoke an hour or so later, Jeremy was beside me, lying on his side.
He had his elbow on the bed and his arm was propping up his head so he
could look at me.  He began to smile as my eyes fluttered open, and I could
read his 'thank you' radiating from those self-expressing orbs.  I returned
his smile, trying to add as much love to my own expression as was possible,
just to let him know that all was well with the world again.

"As much as I hate our fights," Jeremy began, "they don't seem so bad when
they are followed by making up like that.  That was great, really awesome,
and I definitely enjoyed it.  I'm sure that I made the right decision on
the day that I invited you home and again when I asked you to live here.
No matter how many arguments we have, I'll never regret those choices."

"Nor do I regret my acceptance of your offers.  Jeremy, I'm sorry and I
promise that I'll talk things over with you first, before I judge your
actions.  I will do my best to resist the temptation to jump to conclusions
and I will try to give you the benefit of every doubt.  Kiss me and let me
know that this is all right with you."

Jeremy rolled on top of me and he brought his lips down to mine.  Our
mouths opened, our tongues fought for dominance, and we enjoyed signing the
oral pact of consent.  When we continued to initial all those never ending
clauses that accompany such agreements and when we finished endorsing the
entire contract, we broke the passionate embrace.

"Wow, I'm glad that's over and you won't be doing that birthday party now,"
Jeremy said.

"Jeremy, you're mistaken," I replied, surprised at his comment.  I had
explained to him before that I had given my word to Kirk about doing those
jobs.  "I will be doing the twins and I'll be doing their party.  I've
given Kirk my word.  You know that."

"But you don't need to go through with it now.  Everything's fine."

"I know it is, but I've already made a verbal agreement with Kirk.  I'm a
man of my word and I won't go back on a deal."

"Why would you want to do that with all of those other boys.  I thought you
wanted me."

"I don't want to do it with them and I do want you.  It's just that I won't
break a promise or break my word.  That's me.  That's the way I am.  That's
how I operate.  After this, I won't make any more agreements for my
services.  Okay?"

"You're still going to do it even if I tell you that I don't want you to or
if I ask you not to?"

"This time I must, but I'll consider your feelings in the future.  I won't
be doing any other jobs after this one, I promise."

"How can I love you if you're going to be doing things like that with all
of those other boys?"

"It will just be this one, final time.  You'll have to trust me and realize
that I'm doing this to them as a job and not out of love.  I do it with you
out of love and I get strong feelings out of it myself.  With them, I do it
for the money and I feel next to nothing from the encounter."

"It doesn't matter what you feel, it's what you are doing that matters.
You don't need the money.  I'll provide everything you need, so you can
give up the job."

"You're not listening, Jeremy, I've given my word."

"I don't care," Jeremy said, as he put on his clothes.  "I don't want you
to do it.  I forbid you to do it."

"Jeremy, please understand.  This is the last time.  I will honor your
wishes, but not until after this weekend."

"NO!  If you love me and you want to be with me, then you'll tell them
'no'."

"I want to, but I can't go back on a promise.  Kirk is counting on me."

"I'm counting on you too, but I guess I don't count any more.  If I don't
mean that much to you, then you can do what you want to."  With that Jeremy
left his room and slammed the door.

"Jeremy, WAIT," I screamed as he left, but I'm not sure that he heard me.
I don't know where he went but my search of the house proved futile and I
went back to my own place to try and understand what had just happened.

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