Date: Mon, 27 May 2002 18:43:04 -0700 (PDT)
From: Shawn Craig <shawncraig2@yahoo.com>
Subject: Giving The Public what it Wants

GIVING THE PUBLIC WHAT IT WANTS

PREFACE

I read Jared's story and I feel in all fairness to me that I should defend
myself. Jared would have you believe that I am some sort of an asshole, but
I'm not; I'm a businessman and sometimes a good businessman has to act like
an asshole to keep his business alive. Jared is too important a commodity
to my escort service to let him go without a fight. I mean it's Jared's
body that I use in the ads for the service and probably almost a third of
our first time customers ask for the beefcake stud who's in the ad. How
would it look if I couldn't provide the very body that we hang all of our
advertising on? So did I use some extreme measures to hold on to Jared,
yes; but I don't think that makes me a jerk, I think it just makes me
smart.



THE STORY

I've been "Call Boyz" bread and butter escort for three years. I was laid
off by the fire department during cutbacks and was in need of work. I have
spent my life getting by on my good looks and I realized that maybe it was
my good looks that was going to have to get me through financially. I
answered a classified ad looking for exotic male dancers. I wasn't thrilled
with the prospect of dancing at a gay strip club but the tips were
phenomenal and I needed cash. After three weeks they offered me a job
tending bar but they said they had to take me off the stage for a few
months since they are known for having new go-go boys every month. The
owner did suggest that I call a friend of his, Clay Carver, for a possible
job. Clay had recently started up a new escort service called "Call Boyz"
and he was very interested in having me work for him (he had seen me strip
twice). I told him that I would do escort work, nude massages, even parties
and private dance shows, but no sex. He told me that that was unacceptable
and said goodbye. The next month I got hit with late charges on four of my
bills (and the late charges are $25 each so you see how much money I was
losing). Things weren't looking much better for the foreseeable future. I
was between girlfriends and I figured that a couple of tricks with guys
wouldn't kill me, besides it would only be until I found better work and
had my bills under control. So I called Clay back and became a hooker. I've
never had so much money as I did over the next year. Once Clay put out the
ad which showed my naked body from the pubic hair to my neck I was
constantly busy. I could have had escorts every night if I'd wanted
them. Clay charged more per hour for me than for the other boys and I got a
higher percentage of the money I earned than the other guys so I was doing
well. I also got other perks from Clay such as medical and dental coverage,
free membership at the gym, and frequent use of his Lexus--I was living
the high life.

One year led to two and then to three. I made the mistake at first of
treating Clay like a friend and telling him about the girls I was dating,
twice he killed the relationships by telling the girls in glowing detail
what I do for a living. Then five months ago I met LeeAnn and three weeks
later we got engaged. I didn't tell Clay but I did tell one of other call
boys, Drew Kelso, and he told Clay.

Drew was an interesting kid. He was only 18 or 19 and had a perfect baby
face. You couldn't help but feel protective towards him. Somehow Clay got
it into his head to use Drew to try and break LeeAnn and I up.

BRIEF INTERJECTION

Since Jared has chosen to bring up Drew and since he's an important part of
the story I feel that it is only right that I explain some things about
him. I found Drew purely by luck. My nephew plays high school football
(he's not very good) and I was at his game watching his team get trounced.
Football does little for me but the yell leaders (boy cheerleaders) were a
different story. Two of them were so obvious that they just as well have
worn a sign that said "looking to have my fudge packed often, no reasonable
offer (so long as it's male) will be refused." The one boy couldn't have
been more than a sophomore but the other (Drew) looked of age. I caught him
just before the end of the game and offered him a job. Once I verified his
age I took him back to my apartment and verified his "qualifications." Drew
is a bottle blond with a cute baby face (only shaves once a week) and a
tight, hairless torso. He's not my type but I still had a good time putting
him through his paces. He wasn't the only boy toy in my stable but he was
the freshest. It was bound to happen that somebody with money would want to
pay to watch muscular, dark tough-guy Jared turn his firehose on adorable
twinkie Drew. All totaled it happened three times. In all three cases I
heard back from the clients that Jared and Drew were either damn good
actors or were really into each other.

If there had been any doubt about Jared's feelings they were obvious when
he started pushing Drew towards religion. Jared kept close track of every
call that Drew went out on and it was burning him up with jealousy that his
little buttboy was entertaining three or four cocks per week. Of course the
smart thing for Jared to do would have been to make Drew his lover and
forbid him any further playing around (Drew would have done anything for
Jared) but that would require him to admit that he isn't quite as straight
as he pretends. Instead he got some missionaries to come over to Drew's
place and teach him about a "better way." When Drew got saved he quit his
job and vowed to never touch cock again--Jared had his prize--he could
still pretend he was straight and not have to die of jealousy each time
Drew got cornholed.

Losing Drew was not a great loss--boy toys are a dime a dozen; but as soon
as he was gone Jared lost all interest in the business, then he got engaged
and announced his retirement. Personally I think that the only reason he
got engaged was to prove to himself that he really is straight.  Jared was
taking a huge chunk of business out of my service and I had to fight back.
I told his girlfriend about his past and she told me that she already knew
and that it wasn't a problem since Jared was through with that lifestyle.
My only hope left was that the sweet arc of Drew's tight butt would bring
Jared to his senses before it was too late. I approached Drew about helping
me throw a bachelor party for Jared; he refused. I threatened to make
available to his parents and his church some secret videotapes I'd made of
him doing the deed with a number of different guys. Of course it was a
bluff but he fell for it and agreed to be the centerpiece of my
`one-week-before-the-wedding' bachelor blow-out.

THE STORY CONTINUES

When Clay told me that he was having a bachelor party for me at his place I
of course told him no thanks. He then threw in the guilt saying that the
other boys from the service would be there and it was only fair that I give
them all a chance to wish me every happiness. I agreed so long as it was
all G-rated or maybe PG-13 at the very most. If the bachelor's party was
G-rated then they've seriously relaxed the ratings. Five guys from the
escort service were there along with Clay. They drank toasts to me and told
lots of stories, and then Clay turned out all of the lights. All of a
sudden the music started and then the lights came back on and Drew came out
wearing a fireman's outfit. He danced around the room and slowly pulled off
his boots, socks, coat, hat, pulled down his suspenders, pulled off his
undershirt, then the pants, boxers, and briefs. When he was down to just a
g-string he started lap-dancing me. His tight, small butt rubbed over and
over my crotch giving me such a fucking boner. I wrapped my arms around his
little boy chest and petted his quarter-sized light-brown tits. The
fucker's hot little body melted into mine and I planted a couple of hickeys
on his neck. Clay came up behind me and whispered in my ear "if you've got
any male hormones in you at all you'll take that pretty little boy over to
the couch and throw one wild fuck into him." The other guys started to
chant "fuck him, fuck him." I whispered in Drew's ear "is that what you
want?"

"Oh yeah."

"What about your church and all?"

"I won't tell them," he answered while he reached down and fingered my meat
through my pants.

"But you're sure that it's what you want?"

"I've never wanted anything any more than I want this now." I picked the
hot little bundle up in my arms and carried him to the couch. The other
guys started applauding me as I pulled off his g-string and then pulled off
my own clothes. I crawled on top of him and pushed my tongue into his
mouth. I ground my meat against his as I tasted the sweet boy saliva on his
tongue. We kissed and then we kissed again, and then we kissed a lot more.

"Oh stop this kissy-faced shit, we want to see fucking," Clay yelled. Again
the other guys started yelling "fuck, fuck."

"Let's give the people what they want," Drew urged. Someone handed me a
condom and handed Drew some lube. He gooped up his hole and I put his legs
over my shoulder. My eight inches just slid right in like it was born to be
in there. I didn't try to ease it into him, it was just one hard push and I
was up to my balls in boy tush.

"Am I hurting you?"

"Not a chance. I have missed this so fucking much. This is the first time
since I vowed I'd never do it again and it feels so good." I kissed his
lips over and over again while I nailed his cunt and rubbed his tits. The
boy's sugar-candy ass was the best feeling I've ever known. I was so intent
on totally ravishing every part of Drew's body that I didn't notice that
the other boys had stripped down and we'd become the centerpiece of an
orgy. Tim came over and stuck his cock into Drew's mouth. Allen started
licking out my butthole. Clay and Gerry started fucking over on the other
sofa. Someone broke out about five bottles of poppers and things really
started getting crazy. Clay moved everybody around some so that he was
lying on the bottom, Drew was on top fucking him, and I was on top of Drew
turning the little stud into sandwich meat by fucking him. Gerry kept
moving his cock between Clay's mouth and Drew's but mostly it was in Drew's
(nobody sucks cock like Drew). As I watched Drew fucking, getting fucked,
sucking, fondling, and being fondled I knew that this was the only way he
was ever going to be happy. The boy had a body for sin, not church
attendance. Allen tried twice to take my place on top of the sandwich and
bone my boy but I fended him off--this was my bachelor party and I was
going to play with my present.

As the fucking continued th cum started to fly. I filled up three condoms
and wore out Drew's butthole. Drew came twice, everyone else came at least
once. Around four in the morning the room was filled with mostly naked
sleeping bodies. It was the best bachelor party ever but I knew that I
still had to get married and get on with my life. A life where all you do
is fuck and lift weights is fun but it isn't much of a foundation to build
a life on. The bachelor party had to be exactly what bachelor parties were
meant to be--my last fling with promiscuity and hedonism. At four-thirty
I was dressed and ready to walk out of life as an escort and into life as a
husband.

ONE MORE INTERRUPTION

As you can tell the party went the way I wanted it to, all the way up to
the end. I expected Jared and Drew to walk out all lovey-dovey and maybe
even for Jared to officially announce the end of his engagement. I was even
prepared to finance a cruise or some other trip for Jared and Drew as a
sort of honeymoon and then to put both of them back to work, but Jared
showered, got dressed, kissed Drew on the forehead and left. Once he was
gone I grabbed Drew fast and told him that he was losing the best man he'd
ever find and that he'd damn well better try to get him back. Drew ran out
the door naked and ran to the parking lot to find Jared.

CONCLUSION

It was a good thing that it was 4:45 in the morning or Drew would have
gotten arrested for indecent exposure. I opened the car door and put him
inside before a cop or someone came by. "Fuck me," he begged.

"I just fucked you three times, you said your ass was worn out."

"I don't care, please fuck me."

"I don't have a condom."

"I don't care." I slid over to the passenger seat and he sat on my meat. I
wrapped my arms around his stud body while he slowly rode up and down on my
meat. It was such an awesome fuck. The windows were all steamed up and so
were we. I groped and tugged on every part of his body while my meat
massaged his violated ass. His body was so soft and warm. It was
five-thirty when I finally planted my seed in his butt. He let it slip out
of his butt and then turned towards me. "I love your cock more than
anything in the world. The last five hours of getting fucked by you was the
most religious experience I've ever had. Don't marry that girl. I'll give
up the job or whatever I have to hold you but I don't want to give up you."

"Drew I'm straight, I need to be married. It's time to get on with my
life."

"You just spent over five hours fucking me, apparently you like it."

"I love it, but..."

"Then wake up. Maybe you're bi, but I doubt it. You're probably as gay as I
am. I'll make you happy. Get on with your life and I'll get on with mine
and we'll do both of them together."

"Drew that almost sounded like a proposal."

"I think it was."

"Well if we're hitched then I suppose we ought to have a wedding night."

"What do you call what we've been doing for the last five hours."

"An orgy is not a wedding night." I drove to my apartment and snuck my nude
"spouse" inside. Wedding nights traditionally involve someone losing their
virginity as a way of cementing their union. Drew looked stunned when I
handed him the condom. I knelt on the bed while Drew licked out my hole. He
put one finger, then two, then three inside of me, all three were coated in
lube. As he pumped my hole with his fingers I got a pretty good idea that I
was not going to enjoy being fucked, but I wasn't going to stop him.

"Oh shit, it's so tight," Drew moaned as his cockhead shattered my
cherry. "Am I hurting you?"

"Yeah but fuck me anyhow." Every new inch of Drew's cock awoke new
dimensions of pain in my body but I'm man enough to take it. Drew reached
under my torso and started petting my pecs. I guess trying to distract me
so I wouldn't notice the abuse his cock was causing--it didn't work. I
hunkered down and prayed for a premature ejaculation. His cock did start
creating some heat with the friction and the heat did a little to salve my
aching gut. The little fucker had remarkable staying power and long after
my ass had had enough he was still pumping. Fearing that I would
permanently be impaled on Drew's meat I finally pulled off of him, tore off
his condom and sucked on him hard. In a matter of seconds Drew's balls
finally gave up their holy sacrament. As I drank every drop of his seed
(another thing that I hate doing) I figured that our relationship was now
about as consummated as it could be.

It was light out and there wasn't much point in trying to get any sleep so
we just laid there. Drew's head rested on my pecs, my hand stroked his
blond mane. "Don't think this is going to be regular thing. I'll let you
fuck me on your birthday and maybe on our anniversary but all the rest of
the time I'm the husband in this relationship, and your hole is my cunt."

"I promise that I will never refuse you. Even if I have a headache I won't
have a headache."

"What are we going to do about your church stuff though?"

"I joined a new religion tonight," he purred as he grabbed my limp
shaft. "And this is it's most holy icon."

"All right but you better remain more devout at this new religion than you
were to your last one."

EPILOGUE

And we all lived happily ever after. Jared is still my top moneymaker and
Drew is back on the payroll. Jared's fiancee was a little pissed when Jared
broke the engagement but when he told her who his new fiancee was she was
relieved that she didn't get into as doomed a marriage as that one would
have been. The only downside to our happy ending is that Jared is becoming
a problem regarding Drew continuing to work. Someday soon he's probably
going to insist that Drew quit the business. If that happens I already have
a plan in mind, I'll break the two of them up so that they will both still
work for me. Which really does bring us full circle because you're probably
back to thinking that I'm an asshole for considering wrecking their
marriage but remember my first comment, I am a businessman.  And remember
something else--the next time you're in Milwaukee looking for the hottest
cock on the lake front then you'll be damn glad I've been such an asshole
because it'll be my agency that will provide you the sweetest fuck of your
life.