From: D One <doned88@yahoo.com>
Subject: Part Time Job
Date: Thu, 05 Nov 1998 00:30:12 GMT

"I don't care what kind of job he gets, just as long as he starts paying rent"
the old man yelled at my mother who came to my defense.
I graduated and was living at home...not sure about going to college, not sure
about going into the military, not sure about life in general.
Most of my friends were gone that summer....some already moved to their
college towns.
I remained in my room, ignoring my brother, watching tv or listening to his CD
collection.
He didn't rag me about it though. He just shook his head.
"Someday, you'll wish you hadn't wasted this time" and he'd go off to his
boring office job at a real estate firm.
He still lived at home too. But he had gone to college, real estate school and
was studying for his MBA while working.
He worked all the time too. I'd wake up at 2 or 3am when I heard him sigh and
collapse on his bed. By the time I awoke, he was gone..to work or to sell a
condo somewhere.
I never saw him go on dates or even a vacation.
The old man worked all the time too. I think he did it to get away from his
wife, my stepmother.
She was ok, but frankly seemed lost....and puttered around the house all day
occasionaly suggesting that I go out and "look around". That was her way of
nagging me about work or school or ..... life.
But I was content to kick back.
"Sorry honey, he wants you to pay some rent and for groceries. I couldn't
convince him"
"How much?" I asked
"I'm not sure..but just pay something and he'll probably quiet down"
He yelled at her that night too and every night.
I began to feel guilty and would leave the house everyday to avoid looking at
her and stayed away most of the night to avoid hearing him yell about me.
"Honey, next week is the end of the month and .... "she didn't have to
complete the sentence.
I looked around my room to see how much stuff I'd have to pack up to move out.
Or better yet to take to a pawn shop.
There was my brothers CD collection and his CD sound equipment. It was
tempting but the knot in my stomach told me to forget it.
So I wandered around.....getting more worried...more lost. I called old
friends from high school. Nobody was around..I mean NOBODY!
As I sat on the waiting bench at the bus terminal, I chatted with one or two
people.
And I sighed as I followed one older man into the bathroom and almost freaked
out as he sucked my cock until I exploded down his throat.
The twenty dollars bought me some dinner.
"You know you could make lots more money then this" he said.
I stared at the paper he gave me.
And by midnight, afraid to go home, I dialed the number.
The voice was gruff but he asked me questions and I told him the truth.
"Gay?" "not sure"
"Done anything?" "got my first bj today"
"Would you give a bj?" "i guess"
I walked the entire distance in the dark...my shoulders ached and my feet
throbbed.
Down one alley, past some warehouses and suddenly I was in a VERY nice
neighborhood. 
I thought that someone who did this sort of thing lived in the kind of dumpy
areas I walked through.
But the familiar gruff voice belonged to a very nicely dressed man who lived
in a huge house.
He smiled and ushered me inside. I stared around me.
After a tour of the bedrooms where I figured he'd rape me..but he didn't, we
saw his pool, his basement pool room, his huge fireplaced living room and a
kitchen that would make most restaurants envious.
He pulled out some cooked lasagna and heated it for me. I ate like a starving
kid.
As I ate, he talked.
"You look good kid..could use some workouts. Swim everyday that will help you
out. I give you addresses and instructions, you go, do and I pay you a share.
It's that simple. If you don't do this or that, tell me now or when I call
you. Otherwise, I figure you're game for anything."
I listened but didn't really hear.
"You could make a few hundred or more if you make yourself available all the
time. Got a pager?"
I listened and heard that part.
I shook my head and he slid a pager towards me.
"If it vibrates, it's me. Nobody has the number except me. Day or night. Play
along and you'll be so rich you can move out of your folks place and who
knows?"
He gestured around him.
I dropped my clothes outside while he stood there and swam naked. He said he
needed to see my body..and when I hesitated he said it would be easier if I
did it this way.
I realized he was helping me become comfortable.
As I stood in front of him drying myself off, I didn't hide myself in anyway.
He told me to turn around and I did it.
As he dried my back off, he commented on my nice butt and patted it.
My cock began to harden.
He laughed and said that I maybe a virgin but I was more then ready.
My first assignment came immediately.
The hotel wasn't far and I knocked on the door.
Inside a man sat in a chair wearing a towel. He was drinking and playing wiht
himself while he watched some guy and woman fuck on the tv.
I didn't know what to do.
He pulled his towel open and nodded towards his dick.
All I could do was do what the old man had done to me..so I knelt, kissed,
licked and sucked until I was gagging on his cum load.
"Go in there and spit it out...you can use the toothbrush" he whispered.
I did it and returned. 
He was at the door, dressed as if to go out and said "thanks"
I left.
"You did real good. He said he wanted you again next week. That's fifty bucks
for you"
My new agent..ok he was my pimp....told me on the phone.
So almost every night after that I did similar jobs....usually in a hotel or
sometimes an apartment. There was little talking as I knelt and sucked cock.
Sometimes they wanted me naked first..so I stripped as they watched, then
knelt and sucked cock.
By the weekend, I was ready to work all day and night....it was exciting to
me.
And by the next monday, I had sucked, been sucked, my ass licked, my butthole
fingered and after one Sunday afternoon job....even more.
"Go to ...." he gave me the address " a client there wants you to have sex
with his kid.....your age I think"
I met the man who was older than the one who had given me my first blowjob.
His "kid" was indeed my age....in fact I had seen him in school. I didn't know
if he graduated when I did or not.
The "kid" was already naked and erect. He seemed to do whatever the older man
said.
I stood as the "kid" stripped me and then licked me head to toe.....but he
didn't suck me....once while spending time around my crotch the old man got
angry wiht him "not yet"
Then the old man started giving me instructions and I followed them too.
I was licking, sucking, kissing and fondling the "kid" until we were both so
hot and horny, I thought we'd ignore the old man and go after each other like
animals.
Eventually we did just that....while the old man continued to tell us what to
do.
As we sucked each other and fingered each other....we exploded in and all over
each other.
We remained in position while the old man stood there and jacked off all over
us.
The "kid" was told to go to his room and the old man told me I did a good job.
I was so horny, I went to my pimp's house and told him about it.
He listened and smiled at me.
"Go work it off" 
I stripped naked and spent hours swimming until I was so tired I could hardly
get out of the pool.
But a pair of hands helped me.
It was a tall, beefy guy named Clint..but I found out this real name was
Earnest.
"Clint is working his way through college" I was told.
"Why don't you take him upstairs and show him some of your talents..I think
he's ready for it....and needs it. Do what he says and you'll make lots more
money then you have giving blowjobs"
Clint was muscled, smooth and hung huge. I sucked on him for awhile. He put me
on the bed and sucked me, and lifted my legs as he tongued my butthole. Then
he began to play with my butthole and instead of worrying about what he was
planning, I knew I wanted it. He fucked me slow, hard, slow again,fast and
often.
Then he surprised me by telling me to fuck him the same way. Despite my
shorter cock..and inexperienced I tried until I was sweaty and drained of
eveyrounce of cum my balls could produce.
"He's ready" Clint said to our pimp.
So I crammed my wages in my pocket and went home. I walked in and without a
word put a wad of cash on the dining room table where my dad and stepmother
were sitting. it was very late, but they were still up...probably recovering
form a long and loud argument.
I didn't say anything..I didn't even count how much I put down. They didn't
say anything either.
I went to bed....
I knew what I was doing...how I was making money....and knew I liked sex and
making money at the same time.
My jeans were replaced by khakis or deisgner pants. I drove a small but new
car. I rarely ate dinner at home anymore..and sometimes came home so late my
brother was already crashed on his bed.
I began to consider moving out entirely..my life was now my own...and nobody
seemed to miss me.
Then I got a page. I got the address and was dissappointed that all I had to
do was walk in, strip naked and suck cock. My appointments had gotten much
more imaginative and fun by then..but occasionally they would be boring but
quick.
I recognized the neighborhood, but didn't think about it. The back door off
the alley was open and the hallway was dark. A light ... dim showed down the
hall as we were told.
I went nearby and called out.
"Come in when you're ready" the voice said in a whisper. The light turned out.
I stripped naked and stood under the blue light that had gone on outside the
room door.
I paused then went inside towards the silhouette and knelt to suck the cock I
knew was waiting.
I sucked it and soon was covered by the guys load.
"Again..I'll pay extra" the whispered voice said.
I sucked and sucked...licked...kissed and really went to town. For some reason
there was almost an electric bond between us making me hornier the longer I
sucked and then the cock spit all over me.
I stood as I had been told to do and got the warm lips of the client on my
body...nipples, belly, cock, balls, thighs and back to my cock again until I
too was exploding.
"You can clean up in there"
I went into a room where the silhouetted arm had indicated to wash off and
dress.
I returned to the room and the light , was on but dimmed. What I saw made me
stare speechless.
There was the client, dressed now and staring back at me. We didn't know what
to say to each other.
My brother just kept opening his mouth as if he wanted to say something...but
instead just moved his jaw.
"How long?" I stammered.
"Long" he whispered. "You?"
"Just ...... a job" I said.
I didn't move out from home. I kept my work going and tried to get home about
3:00 everynight.
My brother worked very hard as always and came home exhausted...and crashed
with a heavy sigh as usual.
The only difference was he usually collapsed in my bed..or in his , if that's
where I was.
"What did you do to that one? He never calls me anymore," my pimp asked and I
told him.
He laughed saying I was getting more out of my job then he was.
Bud and I moved into our own apartment soon thereafter. He kept up his
schedule of work and school and I kept up my work schedule too.
And we took care of each other too.