Date: Sun, 05 Jun 2016 14:56:39 -0500 (CDT)
From: rbrbrb163@verizon.net
Subject: Academy RB 4

Academy RB 4

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The next day after school, I went back to Brandon's place and he was in the
bedroom with some guy. I felt a pang of jealousy, and I knew that was a
mistake. I went to lie down in "my room," and study by British Literature
assignment. I heard the front door close and him pawing around the
apartment. The sound of ice being emptied into a glass. He came in to my
room and sat on the bed at my feet. He handed me a piece of paper. "They
are expecting you tomorrow after school at 4. The place is in the
suburbs. Do you have uber in your phone?"

"No."

"Gimme." He played with the phone, took out his credit card and entered the
info. "You'll need uber if you get into the business. You don't want to be
taking a bus to rent out your body. Don't want to be sweaty." He massaged
my lower leg and I watched him to see if there was any receptivity. I put
my hand on his. He then looked at me, "No. No more."

"What should I wear?"

"I wish you did go to a school that wore uniforms, seriously. But look like
a high school student. Your jeans, white t-shirt. Take your backpack and
take anything you'll need to stay overnight. Don't put toilet paper in your
underwear."

"LOL."

"No really. Some guys do that. Dick size is not as important as one
thinks. They told me about stories of guys trying to shave their ass crack
hair because they thought that would be sex but they'd cut their hole."

"OK. Any words of advice?"

"Have fun. Smile. Laugh. Admit you're nervous if you are, and you probably
will be. Make sure your underwear is clean."

"What does the head of this, uhm, school look like, what's he like."

"He's in his fifties, don't whether it's on the high side or the low
side. Pretty good shape. Little bit of a paunch, but I never saw him
naked. Saw him in a bathing suit a few times. If you are asking because you
want to be prepared to sleep with some older, creepy guy, that's not going
to happen. I told you. He'll interview you. Ask some basic questions about
life history. He'll want to know what happened with your family. He'll ask
about your sex life. I'd prefer you not talk about our little fling. I
think he'll like that you want to stay in school. He wants people with good
judgment. If he has any hint of drugs, he'll slowly show you the door."

"I don't have anything going on about older men. I think I like the daddy
thing. Paunch doesn't phase me."

"That's good. That will be a lot of your clientele. Hunky gym rats don't
need rent boys, can't afford it."

"Ron, that's his name, though I don't think it's his real name, is a really
nice guy. Very decent. Not creepy at all. And he really cares about his
students, his boys. He takes good care of them and protects them. Guys
after they leave and who get in trouble, will come back and he'll nurse
them back, sometimes he'll pursue what he calls an exit strategy for
them. Those for whom this life is not right."

"What are the things I should think about when I hook up with someone the
first day? Tricks of the trade?"

"Well, like I said, and this might seem trite, but here it goes. Have
fun. You don't have to play hard to get. There will surely be some dude
there who you will want to fuck around with. And if there's someone who you
like, approach him. Make the first move. Don't play hard to get. Be sexy
but don't overact. Your best tool will be your tongue. Make it work for
you. Use it everywhere that flows with it. Neck, armpit, ear, tease the ass
and crack and hole. Work with your arms, not too fast, but patient and
cool.

"Unless the guy wants it, don't fully undress too quickly. You are very hot
in underwear, so stay that way for a while. Don't worry about where the
camera is. There are several of them and they are very discreet.

"Nothing you do should seem contrived or fake or acting. Make it
real. Talk. Say what comes to your mind. Again, real, be real. You are a
smart guy and you should use that. Guys find smart guys much more sexy than
stupid, silly twinks. That's not to say you should talk about algebra or
the solar system or spin out some trivia.

"I think people think tricks want us to be stupid and vacuous and
silly. That's not true. They want a challenge.

"And Ron will want to see that, too. A stupid guy is one without any
instinct or smarts to stay out of trouble.

"The key is that Ron feels you are having fun or will be able to make a
good go of it. Oh, and one other thing, don't let someone bareback you on
the trial run thing. That shows a lack of judgment at the very beginning."

"What else?"

"Use the bathroom before you get into it with the guy. You don't want to
stop in the middle and pee. Though, if you have to, you have to. If it
feels right, invite the guy into the bathroom with you."

"What should I wear? Can you help me?"

"We can go on a shopping trip after school tomorrow. Again, you want to
feel comfortable with what you wear, and sexy. You want to feel hot and
handsome, so dress that way. Not like a slut or twink. Like a hot, young
man. It might be hot to dress like you'd dress to go to school. A trick is
going to love that he's fucking a high school student. So be a high school
student. This will not be all that important. But the clothes should be
clean and good shape."

"I shouldn't smell bad."

"Yeah, right. That wouldn't be good. But down the road, it might be a good
thing. I have a regular who likes me to come over to see him after the gym,
without showering. He likes to clean me, wash me, I mean. I like it."

"Is it going to be like that? I mean, like, guys who want me to be sweaty?
Want me to shit on them or piss on them? Tie them up, or me?"

"It's not going to be all vanilla, but you should ask them if they want
something special when you set it up."

"What are things that you've done, on the fetish side, and what you
wouldn't do."

"I've been asked to dress like a girl, and funny enough it's something I
didn't want to do, and here's why. I know myself and I didn't think I could
get hard dressing up like a girl. But I have worn silky, girl's
panties. That's fine. I've faked a rape scene where I fake attacked a guy
while his boyfriend watched, tied up. I tied him up, too, and tortured him
with tickling, ice and candle wax. He came a whole bunch, like a fountain
or a firehouse.

"I have been asked to shit on someone, more than once, and I didn't, even
for $400. For that money, I would if I had it in me, so to speak. Over the
years I've become more selective and, at the same time, more as they say
tolerant, though I don't really like that word. I once told myself that I'd
not pee on someone, but now I would. It might be that I was once more pee
shy."

"I am pee shy."

"So don't promise it."

"What do they teach you?"

He smiled. "I'll tell you a story. Back then they used a few personal
trainers, but there was one who I was rally attracted to. He was a Latino
guy with an almost perfect body. He had perfect amount of flesh, enough to
hold on to but you could see every pulse of his body everywhere. It felt
like he was a tiger always ready to pounce. His ass was fleshy and no hair
and his hole had this perfect pucker and seemed to be slightly wet all the
time.

"And it was no surprise that one of the things he taught was a series of
exercise to build a beautiful ass. Wonderful shape, a little jiggle, fleshy
so when you were fucking it you were getting the maximum friction and it
grabbed your dick or finger.

"One time he was giving me private lesson and we were on the floor and he
was showing me sit ups. He said I wasn't doing it right. `You're hole
should be opening and closing, breathing, your's is just tight.' He pulled
off my work out shorts. He directed me to lift my legs at a 90 degree angle
and to try the exercise. But I was even more clenched than ever. `OK, I am
going to play with your hole while you do it.' What, I asked. `Don't
worry.' But I was. I was worried I was going to cum without touching my
dick. It was rock hard. He played and played, licked his fingers. He took
his shorts off and got on his back, lifting his legs up. Now, watched
me. It was the first time I saw is crack and his hole and I gasped out
loud. It was so beautiful. I deep red color, and it was breathing in and
out. I saw that he was pretty hard, too. I asked him if I could feel his
hole. He nodded and I did, gently and leaving me in heaven. We were
completely quiet and then he got up and took my head and directed it under
his legs. I was right at the door of his ass, and he gave me one more push
and I licked his hole. He seemed to hold on to my tongue with his hole. I
reached around and felt his dick, which was rock hard and had lots of pre
cum on it. I put my fingers in his wet asshole and started to give him a
blowjob. He moved me around and almost like a ballet he pushed his dick in
my ass and fucked me really hard. After awhile he pulled out and his dick
exploded all over the place. I had cum all over my face and it shot me in
the eye. He pushed me down and blew me, and I came in his mouth."

"Wow," I said. "I think I am going to cum that way in a second or two."

"I have to save mine up. I have a client in a few and he likes me to cum on
him."

But then, right there in the coffee shop, reached down and pulled my hard
dick out of my jeans and started to stroke me. "Act natural," he ordered. I
tried. He kept me going for about 20 minutes and I came all over his hand
and onto the floor. Quite naturally he withdrew his hand from under the
table and started to lick me cum off, talking to me quite like nothing had
happened.

"That's what they'll teach you at RB Academy." He got me a few napkins and
I cleaned myself off. Meanwhile, he checked his phone. "By the way, you are
seeing Ron day after tomorrow. Gotta go." When I gathered myself and pulled
my stuff together, I calmly walked out with a detour to the bathroom. The
barrista, a cute latino guy, followed me in. He peered over the urinal as a
peed and handed me a piece of paper. He had a wide smile on. Did he know?
Had Brandon done this with someone else there?  Redfaced, I walked out of
the coffee shop, smiling a little at the guy. Outside, I opened the piece
of paper. "Will be done in ? hour." And his phone number.

I didn't call him, though. I had to save up my cum for my audition two days
from then.