Special request:
A boy for the Night - A boy for rent for the long and cold nights in
expensive hotels.

(boy/man sex, cons, rentboy)

                        A BOY FOR THE NIGHT

                                             Jack Sprat

     Everything is laid out for me when I make my quarterly visit to 
Guatemala. I buy coffee beans for one of the largest coffee companies in the 
United States. I'm met at the airport with a chauffeured limousine, taken to 
the best hotel where I occupy the penthouse. I am here to buy millions of
dollars worth of coffee. Every wish and whim I have is immediately attended 
to. 

     Always waiting for me in the hotel is a photo album, photos of beautiful 
young girls, all naked in various poises. I make a selection, pick up the 
phone and place my order. On this trip I found two albums. I thought my 
providers had maybe gained some new playmates. 
   
     I was taken aback as I started leafing through the second album. It 
contained photos of handsome, naked, young boys, all teens. They too were in 
all different poises, the camera missing no area of their young bodies. At 
first, I somewhat revolted. I wanted to close the book but a curious urge kept 
my eyes wanting to see more. 
    
    I turned the pages slowly. The book compiler had done well. The introduction
started with the fully clothed boy sitting and smiling. Next he was standing at
parade rest wearing white, tight briefs. You could see the outline of his
hard-on and ball pouch. Turning the page showed a picture of his flaccid
uncircumcised penis, the next showing an erect penis with the skin pulled back,
young balls  hanging below, firm, fresh, ready to be fondled. Some had good
crops of pubic hair, others were in early puberty.
   
     I really turned on at the photos of firm young butts. Viewing those
fresh, healthy buns and tight cracks started my erection. Close-ups of their 
cheeks spread showing fresh, pink, puckers increased my fantasy. I could have
any one of these boys during my stay. I could control myself no longer. I jacked
off right there, fantasizing over a picture of a boy named Tony.

     After spewing my sperm, I had a pang of guilt and uncertainty. My past 
had been with females, thought I'll admit I'd taken glances at attractive
males when they passed on the street. Was I bi-sexual? What would it be like 
to sleep with a turned-on virile boy?
   
     I'd hidden it from my memory, but when I was about sixteen I and a male 
friend drove out in the country with a bottle and got rather drunk. The next 
thing I knew, he'd pulled my peter out, sucked on it and fondled my balls 'til
I came. I did the same to him. It felt good and it seemed natural. Funny, it 
was a one time stand. We never did it again and I never messed with another 
male again. 
     
      I reviewed all of the pictures of Tony...slim, smooth, anatomically 
perfect, a frock of semi-mussed hair and a boyish grin. I picked up the phone 
and called the number. Tony would arrive about 9:00 P.M. 

     I set the stage. Soft lights and a fire in the hearth. I had donned a 
smoker jacket. There was a quiet rap on the door. My heart started beating 
rapidly. I didn't know what to expect or how I was going to go through with 
this. Tony entered. A big smile and flashing eyes. "You are Tony?" I asked 
stretching my arm for a handshake. Tony's young hand gripped mine firmly.

     "Yes!. I'm Tony"

     Tony stepped in. I closed the door. The two of us were alone. I approached
him, smiled, and ran my hand through his hair.

     "Can I give you a hug?." 

     We embraced each other tightly and our tongues explored each others mouth.
I didn't feel it was the time to run my hands over his whole body, keeping my
arms squeezed tightly above his waist. 

     "Let's sit by the fire and have a drink," I suggested.

      We sat in soft chairs across from each other. I mixed bourbon and Seven-
Up, something I knew would be tasteful and easy for Tony to drink. 

     "You are a beautiful young man," I said.  Tony hung his head and blushed. 

      "Before we do anything, I want to make sure that you are here because 
you want to be, not forced to come. I want us both to enjoy ... Tell me about 
yourself." 

     Tony had come from a fairly well-to-do family. Later, politics had changed
this. Several years ago he had to seek work. He found that regular jobs could
not keep him living in the manner he was accustomed. He was also gay. He
enjoyed sex with other males and decided to become a high-class boy for hire.
He was living a very good life. Tony was no illiterate street urchin. He had
intelligent communication and a sense of awareness that made me marvel.

     "Then you have no qualms coming here?"
    
     " No!" Tony replied. "I'm gay. I enjoy what I do. I meet good people. I
  live well."
      
     I was relieved that Tony would have sex with me through his own choice.
We again embraced in front of the fireplace. This time my hands did explore. 
One hand slid down to Tony's crotch and gently squeezed. My other hand rubbed 
over his butt as he pushed outwards. Tony's hand was feeling me. He dropped to 
his knees, unzipped my fly, and moved his fingers within until my raging
hard-on flipped out. It entered his soft warm mouth and his tongue ran circles 
around my head and over its tip. I was so turned on, I could only moan and 
stroke his hair.. It had to stop before I came. I pulled away. Tony looked at 
me bewildered like he had done something wrong. 

    "No, Tony. I want to hold my cum 'til later."

     Tony sat in a chair. I dropped down and removed his shoes and stockings. 
He raised his arms and I pulled his shirt over his head exposing his beautiful
bare chest with two hard nipples.

     "Stand!" I said quietly.

     We traded positions, me sitting and Tony standing in front of me.  I 
pulled at his belt, felt the buckle unlock, then slid the belt away from his 
fly. I deftly snapped the top button through its hole. His waistline opened. 
The rest of his fly was buttons. I worked each one 'till all were open. I 
gripped his pants and pulled slowly downward 'till they reached his ankles. He 
stepped out of them. Protecting his boy crotch was a pair of clean white 
briefs that outlined his erected penis.
     
     The photographs had not lied. He was beautiful. I touched the white 
basket feeling the contour of his hard anatomy. Gripping the waistband,
I slowly slipped off the white briefs. Tony stood presenting his gorgeous
young nude body.

    Just a glimmer of red poked through his foreskin. I gently pulled the skin
back, watching its swollen red head slowly move out, ready for me to take its
fresh, hot, boy juice.

      I licked and sucked, dropping down to mouth each ball. I turned him,
running my finger over each firm cheek, then up and down his cute, tight, boy
crack. Spreading him, I gazed as his tight, soft pink, pucker which gave quiet
little throbs.

     I stripped and led Tony to the soft lit bedroom. We climbed into bed and
snuggled on our sides, Tony's back against my stomach. Tony put his leg over me,
opening his crotch. I again fully explored his boyhood.

      "Suck my pucker?" he quietly asked.

      When I didn't reply, Tony sensed my negative feeling.

      "That's O.K. I'm sorry. I like it. It feels good to me and lots of men 
love to use their tongues."

      Tony got on his hands and knees and dropped his head fully exposing his 
attractive boy cheeks..."You can give me a finger fuck. That feels real good." 

     Unable to take my eyes off his boy-butt, I lubricated my index finger and 
spread his cheeks. Oh, how I was looking forward to exploring his young, tight
hole.

    "I bathed just before I came and washed real well back there," Tony said 
quietly.

     My lubed finger moved closer but stopped. I could not control myself. My 
face went against those cherub cheeks, my tongue moved inward, lapping up and 
down his whole crack, returning to his pucker to delve deeper. Tony wiggled and
moaned, turning me on even more. I reached between his legs, fondled his balls 
and pumped his penis, his white cum shooting down, splashing the sheet. He
dropped to the bed panting. 

     "WOW! God! I really came, didn't I?" 

     "You are beautiful, Tony," I managed to mutter.

     Tony rested several minutes.

     "Now I've come, my asshole should be relaxed. Go ahead and finger fuck.
But don't try to corn hole me, I'm too tight." 

     Tony presented his body in all positions. He lay on his side and drew up
a leg. It was then doggy fashion.  On his back, he held his legs up. He lay
across my lap with dangling legs, each entry bringing quiet moans of
satisfaction.

     "You gotta stop," he finally said. "I'm starting to get a little sore 
back there. Now, let me do you.....Want your ass licked?" 

     I involuntarily flexed tight.  But what had I done? I'd licked Tony. I 
positioned to doggy fashion. A warm wet tongue started circling and pressing 
at my asshole. Gawd! It was erotic. It was different I'd never felt anything 
like it. My dick was grasped, pulled back and jacked. His wet tongue lashed 
about my crack and delved deep inside me. Christ! I found myself clawing the 
sheets too. I must have been vocal as cum poured out of my dick, joining the 
splashes that were Tony's. When I came out of it, Tony put two fingers in my
relaxed ass.

     "Do you want a butt fuck?" he asked. 

     "Will it hurt? I've never done it."

     "No," said Tony." Your asshole has taken my two fingers so I know it
will take my cock."

      I returned to my hands and knees and Tony liberally lubricated my pucker,
then put a large portion on his dick. I wasn't that relaxed when I felt him
press against me, about as relaxed as when a Novocain needle starts shoving
in my gum. His dick head pushed through my outer tough sphincter, slowly opening
it. With steady slow motion his prick shaft moved into my ass until I felt his
balls against me. Gawd! What a feeling!

     Tony started banging me, ramming it in and out with strong, forceful,
pelvic slaps. I grabbed my prick with one hand rapidly jerking it. With the
other, I clawed more sheet. Tony's pecker was being driven faster and faster up and
down my asshole. I shot what cum I had left as Tony filled me with his own warm
sperm.

     What a sensation! What an experience! I sank down. Tony followed, holding
his spent dick inside of me, covering the rest of me with his bare, warm, boy
body. Needless to say, we were both drained. We covered the wet cum spots with 
towels then lay back, snuggled, and fell to sleep. 

     I awoke the next morning hearing the shower. Tony came out naked and 
handed me the towel. 

    "Dry me off?" 

     Oh, how I admired his body. I was having one last change to view and 
touch his nakedness. I dried him very slowly. Fresh youth, and an experience I 
will never forget. He stepped into his tight white briefs, pulling them up,
covering his crotch. Soon he was fully dressed. I took his hand and led him to
the door. We embraced for a good while. Oh, God! I don't want him to go. After
one last long kiss he stepped to the hallway, walked down the hall, around the
corner and was gone. 

                               The End