Date: Fri, 13 Jan 2017 12:53:07 +0000
From: Jesse Gibson <revjpgibson@hotmail.com>
Subject: Triangle boys chapter 6

			       TRIANGLE BOYS
				    By
		   Rev Jesse Penfield Gibson, MDiv, DMin


DISCLAIMER: THis story is fiction.  It involves male prostitution with both
of age and underage boys, primarily but not exclusively having gay sex.  If
you find this objectionable, please do not read.  If you find this erotic,
please enjoy



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				    SIX

	Ian was between Karl's legs giving him a blow job.  It was part of
his training.  He had only been there a few days but he was all ready
getting comfortable with being naked in front of others and the casual way
that sexual activity was treated.  However, he was sore and his muscles
ached as he tried to find a comfortable position.  Brandon had been
teaching him a self-defense technique called krav maga and that usually
involved an intense aerobic work-out.  He had only just finished in the
other loft when he had to come over for this. They were in the living room
of the loft after school and Adam was sitting on one couch coaching him
while AJ read, sprawled on the other.

	"What are you doing, stupid?"  Adam practically shouted at him.

	Ian stopped and looked at him, confused.  "I'm sucking his dick"

	"And not doing a very good job of it.  You know, making a guy cum
is the simple application of friction.  You rub the fucker enough, it'll
blow.  But they're not paying us a grand a pop for that.  They can get that
anywhere.  Fucking pussy can do that.  They're paying us for the kind of
sex that blows their fucking mind.  And you suck dick like a girl, like you
don't even have a dick."

	It was insulting and Ian felt insulted.  In response, he began to
pout.

	"Do me a favor," Adam said, kneeling on the floor next to him,
tossing him some lube.  "Just jack off for a minute."

	He knelt back and began to play with himself.  It felt good, partly
because he was horned up from having been between Karl's legs.  It was
beginning to feel very good when Adam exclaimed that that was the
difference right there.  Ian looked at him confused.

	"When you're doing yourself, you're varying the stroke, you're
mixing it up.  You go all the way down and then you're rubbing the head.
You're speeding up and slowing down.  You reached down to play with your
balls.  When you were blowing him, you had one hand on his dick and were
bobbing back and forth.  It's boring."  Adam reached over to Karl's semi
hard dick and lifted it up as if he were a store mannequin.  "Deep
throating is nice, don't get me wrong.  A fag with a strong gag reflex is a
sad creature.  But there are way more nerve ending in the head than the
shaft.  And right here, under the piss slit, is the fucking mother lode of
nerve endings.  This is like a guy's clit.  Your lips don't have to do all
the work, get your tongue involved.  And his balls aren't there just to
look good.  Play with them.  Suck them.  Tongue his taint.  But don't do
any one thing for too long."

	Ian listened and admitted to himself that Adam was right.  Not
really knowing what to do, he just did something.  He was being given
permission to lighten up and just go at it.  Treat Karl's dick like he
would want his own treated.  It was liberating.  And he could notice the
difference in Karl's reaction.  He was enjoying it more.

	Adam got next to him and reached down between his legs.  He began
to stroke him as he sucked.  It helped.  Speaking softly in his ear, Adam
said, "The next secret to a good blowjob, to good sex, is that you enjoy
it.  We're fags, we like sucking cock.  Line them up, we'll suck them all.
We get off sucking cock.  That's why girls give shit blow jobs.  They're
just doing it to please their man.  They're sacrificing themselves for
someone else's pleasure.  You've all ready got one advantage: you know how
good it feels.  But way more important is that you get off sucking dick.
You get turned on doing it.  Put your hand down there and feel my hard on
just watching and jacking. Bad sex is only wanting to give pleasure.  Good
sex is wanting to give and take pleasure."

	Karl was beginning to breath heavily.  "Hey dude, you need to stop"
he said, pushing Ian away.  "I'm about to cum and I got to work tonight."

	Ian backed off and Adam shrugged, telling him that the reality of a
male prostitute's life is that you've got to be able to get hard.  Too much
outside sex and you have trouble working.  Still, Ian thought that Adam
really never seemed to moderate his outside sex despite having all ready
worked 3 of the last 4 days.  Maybe some people just have a stronger sex
drive.

	"Okay, AJ.  Get your fucking ass over here.  He needs the
practice."

	AJ didn't even look up from his book.  "I don't think so," he said.

	Adam bolted around and stared at him.  "Fuck you.  This is
business.  You're drawing a salary, get your ass over here and contribute."

	He did it but was sullen and resentful.  Pulling down his pants, he
was soft.  Ian, though, thought it a pretty penis, long and not too thick
with a mushroom head.  Applying his new found skill, he began to lick AJ's
balls and taint and played with his penis with his tongue.  The boy's body
responded and he was soon hard.  As he was sucking, Ian heard noise behind
that sounded like a box with bottles in it being set down.  Fighting his
curiosity, he continued to suck AJ off.  Now on his second boy, he was
beginning to feel uncomfortable down there, erect and stimulated but
unsatisfied.  He began to stroke himself as he applied more and more
pressure to AJ's member.  He began to suck harder and faster as he felt his
own orgasm coming.  AJ wasn't complaining, any thoughts of monogamy
temporarily shoved aside, and Ian could see the other boy's balls begin to
tighten up.  Then in a moment of great release, Ian came.  Then he dived
deep onto AJ's dick and was rewarded with a throat full of semen.  Sweaty
and satisfied, he turned around and saw Carlos, the bartender standing
there.

	As AJ gathered himself up and grabbed his book again, Adam said to
Carlos that Ian could practice on him.

	"I'm not into young boys.  And I don't fuck for money anymore. I've
retired."  Carlos replied.

	Adam shrugged and waved Ian over to the kitchen bar.  Miss Melinda
was cooking and had seen the entire lesson.  Ian noticed that she was
sporting a woody too.  Ian giggled at the sight of a woman with an
erection.  As he came up to Adam he offered to practice on him.

	"Oh, you're going to get lesson number three later on, when you've
recharged a little.  We know you can bottom, more or less, but tonight you
get to top.  Right now is lesson number two: alcohol."

	Ian smiled inwardly as Carlos gathered up bottles and glasses.  He
was going to surprise them.  The same foster father that had made the porno
tapes of him and Ethan, and who had introduced him to gay sex generally,
had also taught him the rudiments of bar tending.

	"Alcohol is the universal solvent.  It dissolves everything.
Anxiety, inhibition, you name it.  Most of your client's are going to want
a drink," Adam lectured.  "A drink or two smoothes things out.  But you're
better off not letting them get drunk.  Beyond two drinks and the sex gets
bad and they feel ripped off. So, no repeat business.  Plus, a drunk client
is an unpredictable client.  Unpredictable clients are risky and dangerous,
to you and to themselves.  Because, at some point, your guardian angels
might have to step in and beat the living shit of him.  That's real fucking
bad for business.  And do not drink with them if you can help it.  Maybe a
glass of wine but don't get drunk.  The only thing worse than a drunk
client is a drunk boy."

	Carlos told him that he was going to teach how to make a few simple
drinks, the common ones that men wanted.  He was supposed to taste what one
was like done right (but spit it out or otherwise he would be drunk before
he was done) and then do it himself.  They were going to start with a
martini.

	"1 part vermouth to 4 parts gin or vodka.  Shake it up with ice,
strain it into a chilled glass.  Put an olive in it," Ian said proudly.  "I
know that one, a margarita, sex on the beach and a cosmopolitan. Want to
see?"

	Carlos and Adam agreed to let him and Ian took the tequila, mixed
it with triple sec and lime juice.  He salted the glass and handed it to
them.  It was declared passable.  He then had to identify what kind of
liquor it was and did well except calling Jack Daniels bourbon.  Adam had
to admit that Carlos wasn't needed.

	"Can we do lesson three now?"  Ian asked excitedly.

	"You want to fuck me?"

	"Definitely"

	"Okay, but you've got to give somebody a blow job every day until I
decide you know how to do it." Adam said.

	"Okay, I guess" Ian said.  "Can I fuck you now?"

	"Yeah.  And you can do me raw.  We don't have to tell Sam
everything and we are all on PReP anyway.  But not with a client.  They'll
rat you out and not even know they are doing it."