From: an350128@anon.penet.fi (..Mercury..)
Reply-To: an350128@anon.penet.fi
Date: Mon, 14 Aug 1995 04:51:53 UTC
Subject: Ken Babcock2 (m/m)

o                     Another Erotic Story
o                             from
o
o                 ...  M  e  r  c  u  r  y  ...
o                     
o         Close the door, relax and keep one hand on the keyboard.
o         This is your captain speaking.  It's gonna be a smooooth
o         ride... 
o
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o
o     NOTE:  This story is dedicated to TG, who wanted me to post
o     something that *I* had written, since he feels most of the
o     other crap sucks.  Well, here goes.  It ain't my best, but it
o     ain't my worst, which is scary.
o
o     POST SCRIPTUM: If you have written me recently and NOT received
o     a reply, it's not necessarily because I don't like you.  I've
o     been really busy lately and some messages may have been laid
o     aside.   Also, my former server was a bit dodgy.  Write back.
o
o     PRIVATE NOTE TO "X-RATED" : I sent you a msg- did you get it?
o
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o  
o   Written to his two friends Aurelius and Furius, who kept trying to
o   steal his 14 year-old catamite, Juventius:
o
o   I fuck your asses, I feed you my dick,
o     Aurelius (you love it) and cocksucking Furius.
o   You said that I lack modesty, basing your charge on a few
o     little verses about a boy?
o   Of course a god-fearing poet has to lead an upright life--
o     that's no reason his poems shouldn't live it up
o   --poems which are witty, elegant compositions, even if
o     they are a bit unbuttoned,
o   even if they do scratch you were it always itches, even if
o     they do get people steamed up--
o   --I don't mean just schoolboys, no, even big hairy studs,
o   real animals, guys who need both hands to lift their dicks.
o   You thought I was naughty for writing the poem about
o     wanting a million kisses?
o   Well fuck you.
o
o                       Catullus, 50 B.C.
o                       trans., Jacob Rabinowitz
o
o


Ken Babcock, part ii.

   Robert Mercer was up before Ken, answering phone calls and
rifling through papers.  It was the ringing of a phone which woke
Ken from his deep slumber.  He opened his eyes to see Robert
involved in a phone conversation.
"Yes, a check would be acceptable--from you.  Uh-huh.  If you can
pay cash, so much the better.  Yes, 9:00 sounds fine.  He'll be
there.  Yes, he does that too.  Okay then."
   Robert put the phone down.  He looked over at Ken and said,
"Just woke up, hey kid?  I've got a job for you this morning. 
Hurry up and take a shower, get dressed, and eat a quick
breakfast cause you gotta be at 103 Dominion Street at 9:00. 
That's in two hours, boy!  Hurry up!"
  Robert Mercer had selected a studio apartment for his office
and it was equipped with a kitchen and a shower.  He couldn't
join Ken in the shower this time because business was pressing,
even more so than a part of his anatomy.
  Ken fervently hoped that his new client wouldn't want to fuck
his ass.  He was still sore from yesterday's work, and sitting
down was painful.  But he knew that men lusted for his tightly
curved ass, and though they might amuse themselves by having him
suck them off, or by sucking him off, their play inevitably led
to anal penetration.
   The teenage boy-nymph elicited a look from Mr. Mercer as he
stood up, naked, from the mattress, and sauntered over to the
bathroom.  Mr. Mercer sighed as he ripped his eyes from the
beautiful form and turned back to his paperwork.
   Ken addressed his first needs first and used the toilet.  He
found that his natural functions were hampered somewhat by the
abuse his rectum had taken yesterday.  This was one of the things
that he disliked about anal intercourse.  However what he did was
not for pleasure, but for money, though pleasure was a key
ingredient that kept him working this unusual job.  Mr. Mercer
had fired Ken's hopes yesterday when he told him how many clients
he would soon be having on a regular basis.  He would have to
open a bank account--but how could he do that, without a parent
or guardian?  He was under 18.  He was 15 years old, to be exact. 
He could just stash the money in a safe place, after Mr. Mercer
set him up in an apartment.  He would become reasonably affluent. 
He would drive around in a Corvette one day!
   He turned on the shower and waited for it to get hot.  He felt
the coat of semen on his chest, left there from Mr. Mercer's
emissions the night before.  That would come off in the shower. 
He did not mind sleeping with Mr. Mercer, his employment agent,
because the man was experienced and gentler than most of the
boy's clients.  Besides, it was a necessity.  Mr. Mercer looked
out for him and took only a small share of his earnings, 1/4 to
be exact.
   How he remembered the events that had led him to seek out the
Mercer Employment Agency.  His strict father had meted out too
many beatings, his mother was too possessive.  All of this made
him unhappy.  He ran away, and was walking the streets, hungry
and dejected, when he saw the sign of Mr. Mercer's agency.  He
walked in, hoping to work construction or flip burgers, anything
to make money.  But Mr.Mercer, who had an eye for where a
person's true talents lie, had suggested something altogether
original.  Ken had been shocked.  But he had always felt lust for
other guys, and in the end agreed to take a job on an
experimental basis.   The experiment was in its fourth week
running now.
   In retrospect, Ken realized that he would have been a failure
as a construction worker; his build was slight.  What he was
doing was using his God-given talent in the best way possible. 
He hadn't the strength or endurance for manual labor, nor the
training for office work.  This was his true calling.
   Ken was a lithe, slender youth with light brown hair, shiny
and soft, that hung down near his hazel eyes.  He was cute and
very desirable.  At 15, he figured he had at least 5 more years
in which he would be able to pursue his profession most
profitably, and at the end, he would have saved enough money to
attend the college of his choice and live in style and comfort
for 4 years, until he had attained his Bachelor's in some
subject...most likely, Business.
   A bright, studious young man, he had maintained an "A" average
in the 10th grade before he had been compelled to leave home and
quit school.  He realized that high school in America was merely
a gimmick to keep teenagers occupied for 6 hours a day; that he
could keep pace with his peers by merely sharpening his mind on
good books and magazines such as OMNI and The Economist, a
British publication.  When he turned 20, he would take the GED,
the high school equivalency diploma, and then attend college.
   He smiled as he stepped into the warm shower.  The warm water
caressed his body, and if water were animate, it would have
enjoyed the experience as much as he.
   
   At 9:08, Ken knocked on the door of a nice suburban house.  A
grey Honda Civic was in the driveway.  He felt happy today,
though a little nervous, as he always was before meeting a new
client.
   A young man opened the door.  Clad only in a securely tied
blue bathrobe, he stood there for a brief moment looking Ken
over, and then said with a smile, "Come on in, I've been
expecting you!"
   "Uh, okay.  You're Joe, right?" 
   Ken stepped into the house.
   "Yep.  And you're Ken!"
   "Yeah.  Nice house."
   Ken was looking about.  He turned his eyes back to his host. 
The guy was about 22, not terribly older than Ken.  He was
attractive, with black hair and blue eyes.  Ken felt a stir in
his loins.  He would enjoy doing anything with this man.
   "Well, it's my parent's house."
   Ken raised an eyebrow, alarmed.
   "Oh, they're not here right now!"  Joe laughed, reading Ken's
thought.  "They're gone on vacation for two weeks."
   Joe continued, "As I understand it, you will charge by the
hour, $20 per hour, is that right?"
   Ken nodded bashfully, a little embarrassed.
   Joe said, "I would like to have you for six hours.  Is that
okay with you?"
   Ken said, "Sure, that's fine..."  He wondered, though, what
Joe had in mind that could last 6 hours.  He liked Joe already,
but 6 hours was a long time.
   But Joe surprised him.  They did not immediately jump into
bed.  Joe was more sophisticated than that.  He invited Ken into
the living room and brought a bottle of wine in from their little
bar.  Ken understood Joe's modus operandi; Joe wanted to get to
know him, and for him to know Joe, and for them to feel
reasonably comfortable with each other.  And Joe wanted to show
Ken that he respected him.  This was a welcome change from the
humiliation/rape-scenario games of yesterday, with those 3 good-
looking, but not terribly bright, jocks. 
   Host and guest made love with their eyes over several glasses
of good wine and lively conversation.  Joe induced Ken to give
his whole life history, with a concentration on his sexual
experiences, from the age of 5 when he first experimented with a
little girl, to his work yesterday with the 3 jocks.  Ken then
listened attentively as Joe explained his current affairs.  He
was a college student at a local university and had a Political
Science class this evening, which he was sure he would enjoy,
having had his needs thoroughly satisfied beforehand.  Ken smiled
at the reference to their impending physical union.
   Joe moved to sit closer to Ken.  He clasped Ken's hand, and
Ken gave his hand a firm squeeze.  Ken thought, "Now, then."  But
Joe didn't proceed further; instead he continued his discussion. 
He talked about his girlfriend and their plans for marriage once
he had graduated.  Perceiving Ken's apparent distraction, Joe got
up and said, "Would you like to dance?"  Ken nodded, took Joe's
hand and stood up.
   "Wait a minute."  Joe said, laughing.  "I've gotta turn on
some music!"
   Joe looked through his cassette tape collection and selected
Madonna's "Justify my Love" and they danced.  Ken hadn't danced
much before, and tried to copy Joe's movements, but he was still
awkward.  Joe smiled and took the struggling Ken in his arms and
they embraced closely.  Jim lifted him up off the floor, into his
arms, and they kissed intimately.  Ken felt new sensations, new
feelings stir in him that he hadn't experienced before.  This was
luxury beyond compare.  Jim walked from the living room and
upstairs to his bedroom.  His strong arms held Ken effortlessly. 
Ken thought, "Now, at last."  This time, he was right.
   Joe laid the beautiful male form on his bed and knelt by his
waist.  Joe took off his bathrobe while Ken unzipped his pants
and pushed them off, and then removed his shirt so that he was
completely naked.  Joe gazed at the near-hairless, irresistibly
cute male form beside him.  Joe seemed paralyzed.  Ken however,
had an idea which he felt would please his client.  He partially
sat up and took Joe's cock, which was already becoming erect,
into his lips and sucked.  Joe's eyes fluttered and he moaned as
Ken sucked hard, and licked on the cockhead, sending waves of
pleasure into Joe.  Joe dropped his upper body down to Ken's
lower, and took Ken's cock in his mouth.  They stayed in the
sixty-nine position until each climaxed.  Joe swallowed Ken's
cum, while Ken had Joe cum all over his hands and arms.
   Joe then moved his body down to Ken's waist, and used one hand
to caress the boy's abdomen, and the other to explore his
testicles and anus.  Ken felt that he was unable to do anything
to Joe in this position, and protested that he wanted to give Joe
pleasure, too.  But Joe replied that he enjoyed exploring,
feeling and touching Ken's body.  Satisfied with this answer, and
freed from his concern that he might not be earning his pay, Ken
collapsed his head on a pillow, laid back, and enjoyed the expert
caresses of his client.
   Joe licked and probed the boy's testicles with his tongue, and
stroked the boy's cock, spent from recent orgasm yet becoming
hard once more.  He slipped a finger to Ken's ass, and touched
the hole once, twice.  He pushed in slightly.  Ken moaned and a
smile graced his face.  Joe pushed in deeper, and pulled out, and
in again, repeating the process.  So warm, so tight.  He wanted
this boy badly.  He wanted to fill this body with his cock, and
unite with it.
   Joe had Ken kneel on his knees, so that Joe could take him in
the rear.  He clasped his hands on Ken's back and slowly pushed
in with his cock.  Ken took it easily, now well-experienced from
several sexual encounters.  Joe copulated for a long, marathon
length of time, enjoying the motions immensely, savoring every
detail.  Ken moaned and cried and wiggled beneath Joe's hands. 
Ken had an orgasm after 2 minutes of copulation, and yet another
after 3 more minutes.  Joe's cock rammed against Ken's prostrate,
which was the trigger that set Ken off each time.  Joe inserted
the entire 7 inches of his cock into the boy's ass, which he
found remarkable.
   Finally they parted, breathing deeply, and lay upon the bed,
resting, touching each other, and smiling contentedly.
   Joe got up, naked, and invited Ken to join him for lunch.  Ken
agreed, and he followed Joe's decision to remain unclothed.  They
went into the dining room and Joe went about fixing hotdogs and
potato chips for the two of them.  Ken watched the man with what
might have been the beginnings of love.
   They ate at the table, grinning knowingly at each other as
they ate the hotdogs, which seemed utterly appropriate food for
the occasion.  They talked a bit more, discussing details of
their lives and experiences.
   When they finished, Joe offered to take Ken to a movie and
then give him a ride back to the Agency.  Ken agreed and they got
dressed.  They went to see an old movie, "Beaches", with Bette
Midler, at a discount movie theater.  They enjoyed the movie,
which was both funny and profound, and had superb actors.  They
held hands in the darkness of the theater, and Joe's hand roamed
southward, to Ken's crotch, several times.
   After the movie, Joe dropped Ken off at Mercer's Employment
Agency.  Ken stepped out of the car and moved over to the
driver's side to say goodbye to Joe.  Joe took out $120 from his
wallet in twenties, and gave it to the youth.
   He said smiling, "You were more than worth it, kid."
   Joe promised to call for him again soon, next weekend at the
latest.
   Ken took the money gratefully, but a second thought crossed
his mind.  He was deeply disappointed to part with Joe so soon,
and perhaps never see him again.  Suddenly overcome by an emotion
he did not really understand, he gripped Joe's arm and kissed him
violently on the lips.  Joe returned the kiss, and they embraced. 
Ken was surprised to see Joe's eyes moisten, and his face become
an expression of love and adoration.  Ken said,
   "Listen, Joe..." he started, taking a deep breath.  "I don't
have anyone."  His voice cracked sharply as he spoke.  "Take me
with you.  Let me be yours!"
   Tears welled in his eyes.  Joe could see the pain, the
desperate hope.  He looked at Ken appraisingly, and after a
moment said,
   "Get in the car, kid."
    Ken smiled brightly.  For a moment he thought, 'What about my
other jobs, what about Mr. Mercer?'  His plans, what about them,
indeed?  This was better.  Somehow he knew it.  He went into
Joe's car and they clasped each other's hand as Joe set his foot
on the gas and they sped away.