Date: Fri, 8 Aug 2014 06:44:14 +0100
From: elyvanity@mail2tor.com
Subject: The Rent Boy Client - 4

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Notes to Readers – This is really just all the sex that should have been
in the last chapter but I didn't want to wait two weeks for a new chapter.
Still a few minor plot points and character development mixed in. Also
thank you to the individuals that volunteered to be beta-readers and help
correct any typos and other mistakes I missed. Comments and feedback
welcome. Email me at elyvanity@mail2tor.com.  - Ely Vanity

The Rent Boy Client – 4
by EV

	It was still dark outside when Tony woke up. The hallway light was on,
dimly illuminating the living room. Tony was on the couch where he had
fallen asleep, but a blanket had been spread over him. His laptop was
powered down and closed, the photo album of Robbie was also closed and
was sitting on top of his laptop. His wine glass was nowhere in sight.
Tony got up and went into the bathroom that was off the hallway. He
relieved himself, brushed his teeth, and washed his face. He turned off
the hallway light and made his way into his bedroom. He stripped down and
slide into the queen size bed.

	Shane stirred as Tony spooned against his back. "You okay?" asked Shane.

	"Yeah, my new client just brought back some old memories. Thanks for
cleaning up after me. Sorry I didn't call you," said Tony. He kissed the
back of the seventeen-year-old boy's neck as he ran his hand over the
short buzzed blond hair on the side of the boy's head. Shane had recently
used clippers to buzz the hair on the sides and back of his head while
leaving the top long. He explained to Tony that he wanted a fun hair
style before cutting it short for college.

	"It's okay, just don't make a habit of it. We don't have many nights left
together before I leave for college," answered Shane. The teen
technically lived in the flat upstairs with his biological mom, Diana,
and her partner Rebecca, but he spent most of his time down at Tony's
place.

	Tony had known Shane since the boy was eight years old, when Shane and
his moms moved into the flat upstairs. It was obvious even at that age
that Shane was gay. His moms had encouraged him to spend time with Tony;
the considered the openly gay attorney to be a good role-model for their
fledgling gay son.

	When Shane was thirteen, the boy finally mustered up the courage to start
openly flirting with Tony and making subtle passes. At first Tony did his
best to ignore the boy's advances, figuring it was just a phase and that
Shane would eventually give up. When Shane became more blatant about
wanting to have sex with him, Tony had rebuffed the boy. He tried
explaining to Shane that he was just a boy and was too young to be having
sex with someone as old as him. Tony told Shane that they could never be
more than just friends. Shane did not handled the rejection well; he
spent a few days crying and sulking in his room upstairs.

	Eventually Diana was able to get Shane to admit that he was depressed
because he had been rejected by a 'boy' he really liked. Diana approached
Tony, asking him if he could speak to Shane. She explained that the boy
had his heart broken for the first time by another boy. Tony had a good
relationship with Diana, so he admitted that he was the 'boy' that broke
her son's heart. Tony also told her that though he loved Shane, he didn't
want to ruin his relationship with her and Rebecca, or do anything that
would hurt Shane, or land him in jail. He repeated to Diana what he told
Shane about them never being able to be more than friends.

	That evening Diana and Rebecca had a long talk and then talked with
Shane. They told Shane that they knew Tony was the person who Shane had a
crush on and was turned down by. Shane opened up and told his moms how he
really felt about Tony. They gave their blessing to the relationship.
Finally they spoke with Tony again and convinced him that as long as he
always put Shane's best interests first and he encourages Shane to attend
an out of state college after high school, that they would allow Tony and
Shane to have whatever relationship the pair wanted.

	Even with Diana and Rebecca's approval, Tony had taken it slow with
Shane. Their intimacy was limited to kissing and making out with their
clothes on for the first couple of weeks. Then they progressed to mutual
masturbation followed by sucking each other. After two months Tony agreed
to start fucking. At first though he only let Shane fuck him as he was
scared of hurting the boy. It had been another two weeks before Tony
finally gave in to Shane's demands and fucked the boy. By then Shane was
well prepared, as he had been fucking himself with a dildo for several
weeks beforehand. Rebecca had bought it for him after she got tired of
the boy always stealing one of hers from her nightstand drawer.

	As Tony nuzzled the boy's neck, he grew hard. His cock grew to its full
seven inches and he pressed it against the teen's ass. Shane reached back
and guided Tony's cock into his ass; he had lubed himself up before going
to bed in the hopes that Tony would be horny when he finally came to bed.
Tony sighed as his cock was embraced by Shane's ass. He reached around
and grabbed the boy's own six inch cock. He slowly stroked the boy's cock
in time with his own thrusts into the boy's ass.

	When he felt Shane's lithe body start to shake from his approaching
orgasm, Tony picked up his pace. Shane cried out as the combination of
Tony's hand stroking his cock, and the man's cock rubbing his prostate
caused him to climax. He shot his teen seed all over Tony's hand and the
bed sheets. The feeling of Shane's ass spasming around his cock was
enough to put Tony over the edge and he shot his large load into his
young lover's ass.

	After Tony was finished coming, Shane rolled over and kissed him. Their
tongues dueled as they ground their bodies together. Tony broke their
kiss saying, "I love you Shane."

	"I love you too," replied Shane.

***

Two Years Ago – Outside of Moline, Illinois

	Dylan walked into the house just in time to see Glen putting his shotgun
on a rack that was hanging on the wall next to the door. The front door
opened into a living room. Two worn old coaches sat across a coffee table
that had a large bong sitting on it. A kitchen was visible through a
doorway opposite the main door and a hallway led out of the room to the
rest of the house. Classic rock played from a stereo in corner.
Fortunately the house was warm, so Dylan was comfortable despite being
naked. JT took a seat on one of the couches and Dylan, following his
lead, sat down next to him. "Why did he make us strip down?" he whispered
to JT.

	JT laughed. "He wanted to make sure I wasn't wearing a wire. As for you,
well, he just likes seeing cute boys like you naked," he said as he
reached down and fondled Dylan's little dick.

	Glen walked over to a bookcase and picked up a metal cash box. He carried
it over and set it on the coffee table before sitting down on the couch
opposite them. He opened the box and pulled out what looked like a really
thick joint and a cookie wrapped in cellophane. "You like to get high
kid?" he asked Dylan.

	"Yes sir," answered Dylan. JT and Glen laughed at Dylan's answer.

	"Told you he was precious," said JT.

	"Here, eat this kid. It will get you really high," said Glen as he tossed
the cookie to Dylan.

	Dylan caught it and looked at it skeptically. JT patted his thigh and
said, "Go ahead Dylan. We are staying here tonight, and you need to do
whatever Glen tells you to do. Got it?"

	Dylan looked over at JT and nodded. He unwrapped the cookie and started
eating. It was a sugar cookie that was heavily laced with marijuana. It
didn't taste great, but the sugar made it edible. As Dylan was finishing
the cookie, Glen lit the fat joint. He took a hit and passed it to JT.
Dylan noticed it smelt different than a regular joint; it also had the
distinct smell of burning tobacco. "It's a spliff, a mix of pot and
tobacco," explained JT when he saw Dylan looking at it curiously. JT took
a drag off of it and held it out to Dylan, "Here, you can smoke a little
of this while you wait for the cookie to hit you."

	As Dylan was taking a hit off the spliff, JT reached down and resumed
fondling Dylan's soft cock. He leaned in and sucked on the boy's earlobe.
"Get hard for us, show us your cute dick," he whispered. Dylan leaned
back on the couch, spreading his legs to give JT access to his crotch and
giving Glen a better view. He handed the large joint back to JT. It
didn't take long for Dylan's cock to get hard.

	"Told you he was a horny little stoner boy. So we got a deal?" asked JT
as he looked over at Glen. Dylan noticed that Glen was squeezing his own
cock through the thin material of his boxers.

	"Yeah, we got a deal," said Glen.

	As Dylan was wondering exactly what deal the two men had made, JT grabbed
his arm and pushed him to his feet. "Go sit with Glen. You two are going
to have a lot of fun tonight," said JT.

	Dylan walked over to the large biker. He was going to sit down next to
Glen when the man grabbed him and pulled him onto his lap. The three sat
in the living room smoking the spliff and listening to classic rock for a
while. Eventually Glen turned and yelled down the hall, "Chico get your
ass out here!"

	A few moments later, a small naked Mexican boy walked out of the hallway
and into the living room. He was about nine years old, and like Dylan, he
was naked. He held an old Gameboy in his right hand and looked first at
Glen then at Dylan and finally JT.

	"You ever had your dick sucked by a nine-year-old boy," asked Glen as he
ran his hands over Dylan's naked body.

	"No sir," answered Dylan honestly.

	"Chico, suck," ordered Glen as he pointed to Dylan's hard three inch boy
cock. The little boy walked over, set his Gameboy down on the coffee
table, and stood in front of Dylan and Glen. Chico bent over and took
Dylan's cock into his mouth while Glen wrapped his arms around Dylan and
held him in place. Dylan could feel Glen's hard cock pressing against his
ass through the man's boxers. The boy's soft wet mouth devoured Dylan's
cock and caused him to moan with pleasure. He leaned back against Glen as
Chico gave him a blowjob that was ten times better than the ones JT or
Brent had given him.

	JT took off his boxers and started stroking his cock as he watched the
little Latino boy giving Dylan a blowjob as Glen was stroking Dylan's
chest; teasing and pinching his hard nipples. Between the expert blowjob
and the man stimulating his sensitive nipples, Dylan was not able to last
long. He groaned and ground his ass down on Glen's erection as he fired
his small immature load into the nine-year-old cocksucker's mouth. While
Dylan was recovering from his orgasm, he saw JT get up and grab a bottle
of lube off the bookcase then sat back down on the couch.

	Glen reached down and grabbed the Mexican boy's arm, pulling him back up
to his feet. "Chico fuck," he said to the boy as he pointed over at JT.
The boy turned and walked over to where JT was sitting on the couch. He
climbed up onto the couch and got on his hands and knees with his ass
facing JT.

	JT reached out and ran his hands over the little boy's smooth brown ass.
He lubed up his finger and started playing with the boy's hole. He
stroked his finger along the crack and pressed it into the boy's little
rosebud; it slide in easily. "Damn, this slut's got an eager little
cunt," said JT.

	Dylan was starting to feel the effects of the pot cookie as he sat in
Glen's lap. The man's hands caressing him felt amazing. Glen leaned in
and licked Dylan's earlobe then whispered, "You're mine for the evening
you little drug whore. JT traded your ass for a night with my little
wetback slave boy. You okay with that?"

	"Yes sir," answered Dylan, feeling really good at that moment. He
remembered seeing a truck and a motorcycle out front, so he asked Glen a
question, "Is it just you and the boy here?" Dylan wanted to know if he
was just going to have to satisfy Glen, or if there was another man that
he would be expected to serve. The pot was making him very horny and the
idea of being used by multiple men excited him.

	"Just me and the boy here. The truck and bike are both mine. You
disappointed you're not going to get gangbanged?" asked Glen as he
reached down past the boy's hard cock and started rubbing his finger
around the boy's asshole.

	Dylan was going to respond and answer the question but he was finding it
hard to focus, so he just moaned in pleasure. The pot in the cookie was
really starting to hit him hard. He was way more stoned than he had ever
been before. He found it hard to hold a thought and his small body seemed
to be melting into Glen's larger one. He heard a gasp of pain from across
the room. He saw that JT was laying on the couch and the Mexican boy was
sitting on JT's cock with his back to the man as JT held the boy by the
waist.

	"Oh fuck, what a sweet ass your little boy has Glen," said JT as he
thrust his hips up while pulling the boy down until his dick was all the
way buried up the boy's ass.

	"I think it's time to give them some privacy," said Glen as he stood up,
still holding Dylan. He carried Dylan down the hallway towards the master
bedroom. Glen put Dylan down on a large bed then proceeded to turn on
several professional photography lights that were in the room. Dylan was
barely able to focus enough to see that Glen was walking around him
taking pictures with a digital camera. At one point Glen turned him over
and spread his legs so that he could take pictures of his ass.

	After Glen was done taking pictures, he set the camera down and turned on
a video camera that was mounted on a tripod at the foot of the bed. He
stripped off his boxers, giving Dylan his first view of his thick cut
cock. It was not yet hard, but was already five inches long. Glen walked
over to the bed and positioned the twelve-year-old runaway so that he was
on his back with his head hanging off the side of the bed. Dylan's long
brown hair hung down to the floor. Glen stood over the boy's head, his
cock inches above the boy's face. Dylan was so high that he could barely
focus on the cock dangling above him. "Open up boy," demanded Glen.

	Dylan opened his mouth and Glen leaned forward; the man's thick cock
filled his mouth. "Suck it bitch," growled Glen as he started to thrust
his cock in and out of the boy's mouth. His cock slowly started to
stiffen. Glen braced himself with his arms on the bed as he started to
fuck the boy's throat. Dylan choked and gagged on the man's large cock; a
result of the combination of the size of Glen's cock and Dylan's barely
conscious state.

	Once his cock was hard and had reached its full eight inches, Glen pulled
it out of Dylan's throat. "Time to tap that sweet ass that you been
rubbing against me all night," said Glen. He easily flipped Dylan over on
the bed and lined him up so that the video camera would get a good side
view. He pulled Dylan's ass cheeks apart and spit on the boy's pink
puckered hole. "Beg for my cock you whore," said Glen. When Dylan didn't
respond he gave the boy a hard slap on his ass. "I said beg for my cock
you whore," he demanded.

	The hard slap brought Dylan out of his drugged stupor. "Fuck me sir. Give
me your cock. Breed me," said Dylan softly.

	It wasn't really begging, but it was close enough for the burly biker.
Glen hocked up some more phlegm and spat it out onto the boy's asshole.
He lined his thick cock up with the boy's spit covered asshole and
pressed forward. The pain of the man's cock splitting him open would have
been unbearable if Dylan had not been tripping his balls off. Dylan
started hallucinating as Glen tore into his ass, using just their
combined spit for lube.

	Dylan was lying on his bed back in Ray's mobile home. He was being fucked
by Brent, the blond teenage pot dealer. Ray opened the door and stood in
the doorway. Then it wasn't Ray anymore but some other man. The man was
carrying a younger Dylan in his arms and instead of yelling at him like
Ray did, the man smiled him. He kissed the younger Dylan tenderly then
blew a kiss to the two boys fucking on the bed, giving them his approval.
Dylan was in heaven, getting fucked by a cute boy and being accepted by a
father figure instead of rejected. He groaned as a powerful orgasm washed
over him.

	Back in reality, Glen was pounding Dylan's ass, long dicking Dylan as the
boy came. JT was standing in the doorway holding Chico with one hand and
stroking himself with the other as he watched. Glen rolled over so that
he was on his back and Dylan was laying on top on him, their feet both
towards the camera. Glen pulled the boy's legs back so that the camera
had a good view of his cock thrusting in and out of the boy's ass. He let
out a loud grunt as he came, firing six large spurts of cum deep into the
boy's ass.

	After he recovered from his orgasm, Glen got up and shut off the camera.
He turned off the lights and put the expensive equipment away. He walked
into the living room and saw that JT was going another round with Chico's
ass; he had the boy pinned underneath him on the couch as he fucked him
hard. Glen sat down on the couch and smoked a bowl from the bong. He sat
back on the couch and stroked himself while watching his slave boy get
fucked. Once he was hard again, Glen got up and went back to the bedroom.
He positioned Dylan on his back and pushed the boy's knees up to his
chest then pounded his cock into the boy until he came a second time
inside the boy's guts. Finally satiated, Glen went to the bathroom,
turned off the lights and crawled into bed with Dylan.

	Dylan didn't know if he was asleep and dreaming, or awake and still
hallucinating but either the Mexican boy or the younger version of
himself crawled onto the bed cuddled against him. The younger boy reached
over and stroked Dylan's cock until it got hard, then backed his ass up
onto Dylan's hard little cock. Dylan hugged the little boy tight and
gently fucked him. After a few minutes of thrusting into the boy's soft
little ass, Dylan shot his load into the boy.

	When Dylan woke up in the morning, Chico was spooned up against him. He
could hear Glen and JT talking in the living room. "If you do me a favor,
I'll let you stop by and fuck my boy again on your way home," said Glen.

	"I'd love to fuck him again! What do you want me to do?" asked JT eagerly.

	"Well since you planning on dropping Dylan off at Arnie's, I want you to
deliver a package to Arnie for me. It will save me a trip," said Glen.

	"I don't know man, transporting the amount of shit you deal in could get
me some serious time," said JT.

	"Not as much as you'll do if they catch you transporting a minor across
state lines for sex," laughed Glen, "I know you want to fuck my little
brown boy again, and all you have to do is drop off a bag and bring back
an envelope."

	It took JT a few seconds to make up his mind, but he finally agreed,
"Okay, I'll do it."

	"Good, oh and if you use any of it, I'll kill you. Also tell Rick that if
the envelope is light I will kill him and you. Got it?" threatened Glen.

	"Yeah, I got it," answered JT.