Date: Sun, 29 Jan 2012 13:02:40 -0600
From: s a <midwest12cs@gmail.com>
Subject: Blow 4 Dough, Part 2

Warning: This story contains homosexuality, pederasty, prostitution,
profanity, and aggressiveness.  I am the sole creator of this work.  Please
feel free to contact me at the above email.

Blow 4 Dough

By Scott Zucker

Chapter Two: An Unholy Fuck


     A few weeks had passed, and Nick was starting to look older and
rougher.  For starters, he had grown his hair out some.  Unfortunately, it
now looked more yellow than white, and was more greasy than smooth.  Also,
he had the crude beginning of a tattoo on his right deltoid.  It was
something stupid and predictable like skulls and bones.  Furthermore, his
once pearly white teeth were starting to look ashen gray from smoking too
much.

     For a week, he seemed busy and distracted.  A few times when my mom
was out, he brought over a fat, young bitch, who had a baby.  Needless to
say, my stomach turned to the thought of him fucking her.

     One day, I was lying on my bed and playing a game.  Suddenly, he came
in and took two pictures of me with his phone.  "Who is that for?" I asked.

     "For the grandpas you'll be sucking off soon," he answered.

     I flipped him off, as he took another picture.  He then abruptly came
at me.  "What are you doing?" I panicked.

     He whipped out his cock and shoved it in my face.  "Suck it, you
cunt."

    "Get away."  He tried to slap it against my face.  "I don't do child
porn."

    "Come on, bitch.  Let me see those dollar greens as you suck it," he
said, referring to my green eyes.

     I jolted away and tried to flee the room.  "Fuck you," I laughed, as
he then grabbed me.

     We wrestled, and I eventually got away.

     Weeks later, he came home late at night.  Immediately, I could hear my
mom grilling him for the umpteenth time.  "And what were you doing there?"
she asked at one point.

     "Smoking crack," he joked lazily.

     "That's not funny..."

     They carried on for a few more minutes.  Then he came into my room and
slammed the door behind him.  "So I got something to show you," he told me.

     "Oh shit."

     "It's not bad," he said, flipping on his phone.

     He then showed me a picture of a man's upper torso in a dimly lit
room.  Surprisingly, the body was lean, toned, and smooth, like a
swimmer's.  Unsurprisingly, though, the face was cut off at the chin.  "Who
is that, my first client?"  I asked sarcastically.

     "Potentially."

     "And that pic is how old?  Not that I really..."

     "Few days."

     "Sure," I mocked, "and where's a face pic?"

     "He's discreet."

     "Of Course he is, and how old is he?"

     "34."

     I shrugged my shoulder.  Could have been a lot worse, I assumed.
"What's his deal?"

     "He seems like a pretty good guy.  Asks a lot of questions, but seems
interested.  Oh, and he's wealthy, very wealthy."

     "And you know this how, because he said so?"

     The old Nick returned.  "Fuck, kid, I didn't ask for his bank info!"

     "Stop cussing," my mom yelled from the kitchen.

     "Either you want to do this or you don't.  Yes or no?"  He waited for
a response.  "Yes or no?" he reiterated, like I was a retard.

     "No."

     He just stood there for a few seconds.  "Okay, cool."  Looking
disappointed, he headed to his bed.  "Would have been easy money," he
grumbled.

     "Then why don't you go suck him off?"

     "Fuck you, you little cunt!" he bellowed.

     I was shocked by how badly he wanted me to do it.

     For the next two days, I thought about his proposal.  The more I
thought about it, the more I got pissed at my mom, especially when she
wouldn't buy me something.  It also didn't help with Nick making faces at
me behind my mom's back.

     As I was lying in bed that third night, I asked him," How do you know
that guy's not a cop?"

     "You wouldn't be the one going to jail."

     Then he just kept it at that, as we returned to what we were doing.
"Why do you want me to do this so bad?" I asked after a few minutes.

     "Let it go."

     I wanted to keep studying, but couldn't.  "How do you know I'll be
safe?"

     "Because I'll be there."

     "Yeah, I'm sure that'll go well."

     "I can be in the living room, outside the hotel, wherever.  I'm not
going to leave you hanging."

     Ultimately, Nick was a lying sack of shit, but at that moment, I
believed him.  "How much?"

     "Whatever it takes, he said."

     "Which is?"

     "Whatever it takes."

     I pondered for a few more seconds.  "Fuck it, I'm in."

     From thereon, the only other info I got out of Nick was a date and
time.  I was mostly worried about the money, and not because I thought the
guy was going to rip us off, but because I thought Nick was going to rip me
off.  After all, I could trust him to protect me, but that was it.

     Finally, the day came, and I was scared as hell.  It was a Tuesday, a
few hours after I had gotten out of school.

     With my blond hair, green eyes, and small stature, I was already
adorable.  Nevertheless, I really wanted to impress this client, so I wore
the best things I had, which were an A&F dress shirt, navy skinny jeans,
brand new sneakers, and white seashell choker.  I then topped it all off
with a ton of hairspray and cologne.  Basically, I looked gay, but I guess
that was the point.

     Nick, however, looked like Nick, or in other words, a complete douche.

     As we were driving, he abruptly turned down his music.  "Okay, you're
Tanner, and I'm Sean, don't ask.  You also live with both parents, but it's
kind of a broken home.  Got all that?" he rattled off.

     "Okay," I answered hesitantly.

     "What's your name again?"

     "Tanner."

     "Good," he said and turned up his music.

     His shitty car soon rumbled into the hotel parking lot, and parked
between a Mercedes and Range Rover.  Needless to say, my nerves were
quickly being replaced by humiliation.

     We then went into the hotel.  Immediately, I was awestruck.  The first
thing I noticed was a bright, massive chandelier, which made feel like I
was standing under a UFO.  I then noticed a shiny, white staircase, which
looked like something out of a fairy tale.  "Wow," I gasped, momentarily
freezing.

     Meanwhile, Nick was pacing about, eyeballing everyone.  Suspiciously,
a staffer began watching him.  "What the fuck are you looking at?" Nick
grumbled to himself.

     "Let's just get there."  We went up to the room, and Nick knocked.  We
then waited for what felt like forever.  "Maybe he's not here," I said.

     "He is."

     Just then, the door opened, as my nerves returned.  "You're early.  I
just got in," a low, smooth voice said inside the room.  "But come in."

     Nick entered, and I followed.  Then I saw him, Xavier, and all my
worries dissipated.  He looked like he was more in his twenties than
thirties, and was tall and slender.  His shiny, brown hair was perfectly
coiffed, and his small, round ears stuck out.  His skin was also tan and
taut, his eyes blue and beady, and his face angular and masculine.  The
only flaw I noticed was a light scar on his lip, perhaps from an old cleft
repair.

     He was wearing a dark, vested suit with a burgundy dress shirt
underneath.  The burgundy made him look dashing and daring, if not a little
intimidating.

     With its fine liquors, surrealistic artwork, and massive TV, the room
looked like a fun bachelor pad.  However, everything was perfectly
organized and immaculately clean.  The room also smelled like oak and felt
breezy.

     I shut the door behind me.  "You must be Sean," he said to Nick and
shook his hand.  Then he looked at me and smirked.  "And you must be
Tanner."

     I thought he was going to shake my hand, too, but instead he just held
it.  Strangely, his hand seemed to be trembling, even though his eye
contact was steady.  "The money?" Nick asked abruptly.

     Xavier glanced at him.  "Of course."

     He pulled out a fat envelope and handed it to Nick.  Immediately, Nick
opened it and began to thumb through it.  At one point, he turned sharply,
thinking I was trying to sneak a peek.  As I had predicted, the bastard was
trying to fuck me over.  Soon he gave up counting and shoved it in his
hoodie pocket.  "Looks like it's all there," he said, trying to be a bad
ass.

     Xavier hesitated and then flashed his palm outward.  "You're welcome
to stay in here.  You can watch TV.  If you get thirsty or hungry, there
are drinks and snacks in the fridge.  The bathroom is down the hallway, on
the first right," he said to Nick.  Without wasting any time, Nick plopped
down on the couch, as Xavier turned to me.  "You want something to drink,
Tanner?"

     "I'm good."

     He smiled and grabbed my hand.  Then he led me down the hallway and
into the bedroom.  The room was dimly lit with scented candles, and
classical music was playing softly.  Immediately, he shut the door behind
us, and moved towards me.  I thought he was going to grab me and shove me
to my knees.  Instead, he touched my arm and squeezed it gently.  "You're
beautiful," he said in a soft, kind voice.  "So beautiful." He touched my
chin and tilted it up, so he could look me in the eyes.  "You know that,
Tanner?"

     I tried to hide my surprise.  "Yes," I murmured.

     "Come sit down.  Let's talk.  Is that okay?"

     "Sure."

     We sat down on his massive bed, as he placed his hand on my back.  We
were sitting so closely I could smell mint and liquor on his breath and
feel his warm body heat.  "So Sean's your cousin?"

     "Yeah."

     "Is he a good guy?"

     "He's alright."

     "He said this is your first time doing this."

     "Yeah."

     "Was this his idea?"  I didn't know what to say.  "I'm sorry for all
the questions."

     "It's okay, and no, it wasn't."

     He hesitated.  "I'd imagine your parents would be pissed."

     I started to wonder if he was a cop.  "My mom would kill me."

     "And your dad?"

     "My dad left when I was..."

     I knew my cover was blown.  For a few seconds, he was quiet.  "What's
your name?  Your real name?" he asked calmly.

     "William."

     He placed his hand on mine.  "William...I like that."  He ran his hand
up my arm, squeezed it lightly, and paused.  "I want you to look at me."  I
looked up at him.  "I don't want you to ever do this again.  This is
dangerous, and it's not healthy.  There are lots of evil people out there,
and I don't want you to get hurt.  You understand me, William?"

     "Yes, sir."

     "If this is about money, then maybe we can arrange something."

     "It's not about that.  It's...I don't know."

     He slightly nodded, looking down.  "We don't have to do anything.  We
can just watch TV or talk.  I'll still let you guys keep..."

     I figured he was legit by now, so I grabbed his cock, which shocked
the words right out of him.  "I want to do this."

     He stared at me.  "You sure?"

     "Yes."

     He looked away and then froze for a few seconds.  "Let me take a
shower."  He stood, turned to me, and froze again.  Then he took my hand
and gently pulled me up.  Abruptly, he embraced me.  Then he stepped back
and placed my hand over his heart, which was racing.  "I'm nervous," he
whispered with a stifled laugh.  He then held me for a while.  "I'll only
be a few minutes."

     I sat back down on the bed, as he left the room.  After a few minutes,
I heard the shower start up.  Immediately, I darted out into the living
room.  Upon seeing me, Nick sat up.  "What?" he bellowed.

     Nervously, I began to mill about.  "He's taking a shower."

     He stood up.  "Then let's go."

     "We didn't do anything yet."

     He was confused.  "Um, okay."

     "It was really weird.  He's really nice...," I started to ramble.

     "Let's just get the fuck out of here."

     He grabbed a small, silver flask from a coffee table and shoved it in
his pants.  He then headed to the door, as I froze.  "I can't."

     "What?"

     I started to return to the bedroom.  He lunged at me, but I kept
walking.  Upon reaching the room, I shut the door halfway.  I then went
back to the bed, took off my shoes, and waited.

     Xavier soon entered, wearing only a thick, beige robe.  With his wet,
messy hair, he looked even sexier than he did before.

     He shut the door and moved towards me.  Immediately, I got on my
knees, but he gently pulled me up.  He set me back down on the bed, and
just stood there.  Then he began caressing my face.  "My beautiful
William," he whispered.

     I tugged on his belt, and his robe came open.  He had tan lines in the
shape of a small Speedo, and was completely shaved, except for a tiny strip
above his cock.  His cock was about six inches soft, and circumcised.
Within seconds, it flinched twice and started to get hard.  "It's nice," I
murmured, as I began to play with it.

     "Let me get rid of this robe," he said.

     He walked over and hung it up.  Then he returned to the bed and lied
down.  Immediately, I began sucking his cock, which felt soft and venous in
my mouth.  Initially, it tasted so bitterly soapy I was afraid I was going
to get sick.  However, after bobbing on him for a few seconds, the taste
and apprehension subsided.  Meanwhile, he continued to caress me, and at
one point, started holding my hand.  "Look at me," he whispered.  Still
sucking his cock, I looked up at him.  That made his cock harder and his
precum spew, as his fingers ran through my hair.  Naturally, he tasted very
sweet.  Soon he bit his lip and furrowed his eyebrows, passionately.
"That's it, my beautiful boy."

     Then something happened.  He started glancing away, and his cock began
to get soft.  Then he took in a deep breath and squirmed, like he was in
pain.  Resultantly, I stopped.  "You okay?" I asked.

     "Yeah, I'm okay," he said.  However, he was on the verge of tears, as
he then sat up.  "I just need a second."

     "Was it something I did?"

     "No, no, it's not you.  It's me."

     With that, he bolted to his dresser, where he froze for a few seconds,
and then struggled to open a bottle of liquor.  After pouring the alcohol,
he immediately swigged it down.  Within seconds, he had three shots down
his throat.  Then he froze again, but this time he seemed to be mumbling
something.  The mumbling continued, until he shuddered and sobbed.  "What's
wrong with me?" he whimpered to himself.

     I rose and crept over to him.  Carefully, I put my arms around him,
and then held him tight.  He felt very hot and wet, and his heart and
breath were racing.  I could also smell the musky scent of his heavy
sweating.

     I don't know why, but I was turned on, maybe because it was now a
challenge.  Nevertheless, I was going to get that nut, whether he wanted to
give it up or not.

     I began kissing and licking him lightly.  His skin tasted very salty,
as I crept down his spine.  He soon squirmed, like he was ticklish.

     I reached his ass, which was hard and pale.  Abruptly, I spread his
cheeks and buried my tongue in him.  He was so clean he tasted like
nothing.  Surprisingly, he had a fuzzy circle around his tight asshole.

     Soon he moaned and reached back to touch my shoulder.  Then he bent
over and spread his ass wider, wanting me deeper inside him.  However, he
was so tight I had to force my tongue past his clamped hole.  "That's it,
baby," he gasped.  Suddenly, he spun around.  His cock was throbbing hard,
and his balls were taut.  I wasted no time sucking it.  "Yeah, baby."

     Both of us started going crazy, and soon I was backed up to the bed.
Still he was showing restraint by only sticking his cock in halfway.  He
was also staring into my eyes the whole time, intently.  Meanwhile, I was
salivating so much that spit was running down his legs.

     Suddenly, he gently pulled me up onto the bed, lied me down on my
back, and flung himself over me.  Then he stuck a pillow under my head.

     Within seconds, he was starting to face fuck me, as he firmly held my
head.  At first, he was slow and cautious.  Then the devil in him took
over.  He started moving faster and harder, as he dug his fingers into my
scalp.  He was also staring at me so intently his face was turning red and
his veins were protruding.  Once again, his eyes welled up, as he mumbled.
Soon tears were streaming down his cheeks, and his mumbling became audible.
"God, forgive me.  God, forgive me.  God, forgive me...," he repeated, with
an occasional "Jesus" thrown in.  His face grimaced, and he glared at me,
as he pushed harder, faster.  Within seconds, I could feel my eyes also
getting watery, but from not being able to breathe.  Soon he looked up to
the ceiling and yelled, "God, please, God!"

     He then came so hard I barely tasted it.

     Afterwards, he continued to hold my head, as he kept his cock in my
mouth.  He was staring at me in utter defeat the whole time.  Moments
later, he pulled his swollen cock out of my mouth.  Then he lied down next
to me and stared at the ceiling for a while, like he was catatonic.

     I sat up and put on my shoes.  I then froze, not knowing what to do
next.  "Well, I guess I'm going," I soon said.

     "Wait," he uttered.

     Lethargically, he rose, went to his closet, and returned with a wad of
bills.  Without making eye contact, he handed me the money.  Then he walked
over, put on his robe, and left.

     I went to the living room.  "Whatever you're trying to steal, put it
back," I immediately told Nick.

     "Fuck you," he grumbled.

     "I'm not leaving until you do."

     He talked his usual shit, but I kept standing there.  Finally, he
yanked out the flask and threw it aside.  Then we left.

     Once on the highway, he pulled out five twenties and handed them to
me.  "That was a pretty fat envelope for two hundred dollars," I protested.
Of course, he ignored me.  "Hello, dumb ass?"

     "I also did most the work, dumb ass."

     "I didn't realize you sucked his dick."

     With that, Nick turned up his music.


To be continued...