Date: Tue, 30 Nov 2010 18:51:17 -0800 (PST)
From: Justin Balancier <jbalancier9@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sometimes that's all there is - Part 4

Sometime That's All There Is -- Part 4

By Justin Balancier

I suppose everything that goes around comes around when you stop and think
about it. That's how it went with Justin and Kit. Warm thoughts became
realistic to Justin and the memory of Tom is resurrected.

Part 4 - Kit the Rent Boy

Before you say anything Justin I can tell by your expression you realize
that I am using the doctor for material things.

"Did you say for material things? " I asked.

"That's right buddy it's for sex and anything else he wants.  He gives me
stuff and I take it. I have to please him so it's really a job I do in
order to get paid.  It's not the end of the world bud, it's just a job and
I don't mind working at it" I make out pretty damn good too."  I didn't
answer -- I just looked at him.

Kit continued, "You really don't understand," --

"Yeah, actually I do." But it's cool, I said. "If you catch anything the
doc can give you a pill"

"Justin! - You're jealous aren't you?" Then he paused - "Just kidding," he
laughed, but he didn't stop looking at me. His hand started rubbing the
front of my jeans.

"Whatever you're thinking right now Kitty, cut it out." He kept looking at
me and said; "Come here, dude,"

"Whoa there pal, I blurted out - remember you're a working girl now and you
need to save your talent for the master" --

"Oh stop it" Kit mumbled and kissed me feverishly pushing his body up
against mine. He never noticed that I called him a working girl and Kitty
instead of Kit -- at least it was never mentioned.

Kit continued - "I know, everything sounds pretty slutty and greedy huh? -
But hey dude, after you've work the mid-way of a carnival this is no big
deal."

I wanted to understand because it was no big deal to him. I knew that Kit
hadn't been prepared to explain his sex life to anyone and there was no
need too. Kit was Kit and that's was all there was to it. Just the same I
was curious and nosey -- so I asked him what he had to do in order to
please the doctor.

He answered, "I'm happy here with how things are going."  He reached out to
take my hand and said. " So Justin, what do you think?"

"I think you skirted the answer like a professional. I don't know. That's
your business.  Do you feel like talking about it or shall we skip it --
doesn't matter to me personally.  I'm just being nosey".

Kit started: Terry, you met her tonight, well she works at the hospital.
She knows Dr. Mac very well and he sometimes meets her and Eva at Dolly's
for drinks. It was at Dolly's where Terry introduced me to Dr. Mac. He was
married years ago but got divorced.  It was something professional folks
did back in the 50ties.  I heard he had a daughter living out of state who
seldom bothers with him. Dr. Mac is getting older and doesn't practice much
anymore.  He owns this building and keeps the top floor for himself but
doesn't actually live here.  He has a home uptown. The apartment is his
playroom - sort of a get away place for pills and sex -- that's where I
come in.  He calls the top floor the Winter Palace `cause he has thrown
some far out New Years Eve Parties here for friends.

 I said -- That's a fierce story -- I love it.  What do you do with him in
bed?  I mean he's seventy years old can he gets it up?

"You bet he can and he's pretty hot too.  I think he takes viagra or
something because he loves sex. I don't have to do a hell of a lot.

I pose and strip for him and he watches. I have gotten some insane blowjobs
-- I mean really wild.  He likes me to sit on his chest and jerk off in his
mouth. I have to talk to him while I'm doing it.  I ask such things as,
"are you hungry doc?"  And then I tell him that I saved lunch for him and I
would feed him. Followed by " do you want to eat my cum doc" -- " tell me
how bad you want it?" -- You know, crazy shit like that.

He also likes to eat cum from my hand, lick my armpits and taste my
ass. He's wild. He likes to be touched and fondled so I do that also.
After he showers and goes home there are a couple of twenties, sometimes
three or more left on the counter for spending money.  Every week he has
groceries sent over and pays the bills. I stay here and take care of him
when he stops by and wants it.

My job is to keep him satisfied and I like doing it.  Doc is really good to
me and sometimes let's me drive his car if he wants us to go someplace.  He
told me that if I wanted to have a boyfriend here for sex or company to go
ahead and do it. BUT ask him not to steal anything -- we laughed a lot
about that - he's a hell of a good sport. You Justin are the only dude that
I have brought here.  You're special.

"That is an awesome story Kit -- almost fairy tale like. If I weren't here
in the apartment I would think it was made up. -- I believe you it's real -
I now have something to think about, but I probably won't be bothered doing
it - I guess."

A weird feeling came over me.  I remembered that Tom and I did similar
things when we had sex. I didn't know of other guys who did this --
especially licking cum from the hand and the armpit business.  It was
strange.

"Now that you've seen the joint and heard my slut story, lets drink the
Doc's booze and get loaded." Kit said as he popped a couple of pills in his
mouth.

"Pills!!! -- are they for "Happy time?" I asked him --

"Naw it's only aspirin" Kit answered.  It didn't look like aspirin to me
but what did I know.

We began drinking scotch on the rocks and got very horny and very
drunk. The sofa was comfortable and quite large.  Kit startled my face so I
could suck his cock until he was ready to cum and then we reversed
roles. Sucking each other this way was hot.

We staggered to the large bay window that overlooked the park and lay down
on the padded window bench and stared at the stars in the dark sky. Kit
pulled my jeans the rest of the way off and threw them on the floor. He got
naked and the two of us kissed, sucked and fucked for what seemed like
hours but was probably only minutes. I fell asleep not knowing exactly what
we were doing.

I woke up still laying on the window seat. The sun was shining through the
half open blinds. I don't know how long we had slept in the window. My mind
struggled to adjust. Kit was curled beside me like a sleeping cat and not
looking very comfortable.  We were both still naked. With the two of us
laying in the sunlight, it was a horrible sight and not one that I care to
think about. My head ached, my back ached and trying to remember how we
carried on in the window the night before was just making it worse. My eyes
were awful, and the pounding headache lingered. Kit stirred and rose up off
the bench so he could stand.  He took the towel and wrapped it around his
waist and with two poached eggs for eyes he looked at me.

"Mornin sunshine -- you look like crap -- pretty sexy lookin crap but you
look okay to me," he said

"Well I feel like horseshit" --

 "Ya that about covers it" and kissed my forehead.

There was a short knock at the door followed by the sound of a key in the
lock. Kit went into the vestibule to check. He turned and leaned his neck
back around the doorframe and whispered -

"Put your pants on babe -- this looks like show and tell."

Dr. Mac - Part - 5 Continues...